She just cried. I pulled her away and looked her in the eyes."It's okay, It will be okay. I know I'm not your mom, but I'm here for you now." I don't ...now if it was just her sorrow or what, but Lexi leaned in and pressed her salty lips against mine passiontely intertiwnging them with my lips. I should have stoped her right then and there, But I didnt. I let her. she pulled away and brushed her hairout of her face. We both just sat there."Lexi-" I started but she quickly interupted me."Can I. This presented a problem.Greg and I's "dates" were all quite private for a couple of reasons.I was extremely paranoid of being exposed and I was lousy at putting on make-up.Also,I had a limited wardrobe.Greg didn't seem to mind any of this.Now that I think about it,all he saw was the top of my head or the back of my wig. Anyway,at a 4th of July party I ran into a gay high-school friend.I was taking pictures to memorialize the event with a nice 35mm.In passing,he asked if I'd be interested in. The bedroom consisted of two beds placed sideways to each other separated by a distance of merely one foot. She laid her baby on the larger bed and covered him. The baby asked to turn off the lights. She asked me to do so. I did it.After a minute she lied next to the baby and I sat on the other bed. The baby was in a sound sleep now. She told me to turn on the lights as if anyone might come they will think suspiciously. I replied “per hi to daba raha hun aapke, kuch aur thodi kar raha hun”. She. I was surprised how willing the girls were to get into this. They really wanted to get things as good as possible for when the two grandparents came back. I offered to leave, but they (and, by message, granny) seemed to feel I was still useful. I fixed the gate, adjusted the garage doors. I actually enjoyed the bits of handiwork I was doing; and not only because the girls would come past to see what I was up to and commend me and then give me a kiss. Not only because of that, but I’m pretty.