He asked me to go out and sleep. I was feeling strange and was surprised how come he has come suddenly at such late time in night. I had no choice so ... adjusted my frock and went out. But now I wanted to know what is going on, so I did not go to sleep. I hid behind the door to see what is the mystery. Bhaiya went close to my bhabhi and put his hand on her blouse. With one finger he softly started to move it on her blouse and then on her skin. My bhabhi suddenly said Pooja I am liking it please. The sight ofmy reflection, the sound and the feeling of my dress rustling around myknees, the taste of my lip gloss, and the scent of my cologne as I dabbedit behind my ears, all came together to bombard my senses and stoke myadrenaline. Not even the sight of my feet could dampen the incrediblerush I was feeling as strapped on my white high-heeled sandals.I perched on the edge of the bed and crossed my legs with a swish while Iorganized my matching white purse. It was then that I made my. You’re leaning into your backhand to your left before he ever serves. You know you can switch back to the right to catch anything he serves. But a power-serve low at the stretch of your forehand would leave you watching the ball go by. You’ve got to square yourself up while you’re waiting for the serve. We talked about that once before.”“Wow,” John said.“No kidding, wow,” Lissa responded. “It was a strange day when we had that practice, but I see what you’re saying. Let’s run a few more serves.. Her father had died when she was only seven, so she grew up with just her mother, in an old, rambling house in a small Suffolk village that had been extensively renovated, it had all mod cons. She had a couple of boyfriends, they were invariably sent packing by her mother, who never found any of them good enough for her daughter. They were not handsome enough, not good enough, they didn’t have the right job – and when she’d grown old enough to disregard her mother’s opinion openly, her mother.