I reset Martha's alarm clock, muttering to myself, "Okay, Einstein, let's see what else you can screw up today."There would be no class with Fiore unt...l Saturday, so I had a long, leisurely run in Central Park. It left me exhausted and indolent. I returned to Martha's and tried to sleep again, but couldn't. I kept thinking about Howard, and how Martha behaved with him. Had she slept with Howard? Perhaps I was too tired and had too many concerns to agonize about it. Anyway, nothing would happen. The news is such a mess these days. I never even saw anything published about the father of your sister’s daughter. Perhaps I missed it.”Barnes fumed, and I allowed myself a tiny smirk as he glared at me. He rounded on Moore. “Is this how she roped you into this? Did she blackmail you too?”“I’m not blackmailing you, Senator. I’m protecting my patrons,” I said, leaning forward as my smile waned. “Let’s not forget that you just threatened the livelihood, reputation, and even freedom of every one. .Hamari colony mein sub bunglows hi the. Aur mere ghar mein main akeli hi raha karati thi. Mere pati dubai main ek spare-parts ki showroom ke manager the. Hamari shaadi ko lagbhag sawa do saal ho chuke the family planning ki wajahse hamari koi santan nahin thi. Hamare gharwale dusare sahar mein rahate hai. Aur yaha par mere pati ke door ke rishtedar yaneki uncle mera khayal rakhate the. Wo architect the. Who din mein ek baar to jarur phone karate the.“hallo” ki awaz sunte hi main hosh main. She even asked me once that “tu bathroom mein kya karta rejta hain” with a naughty smile.This continued for around a year..she used to come in my room open her hair brush it and then tie it either in a big judda(bun) or braid it..she had thick long hair.i had made up my mind that i will fuck her.one time it so happened that my parents had to go out of town for a wedding and younger brother had to accompany them and i was alone left in my house..i was feeling damn happy.the next morning my.