I sat on the couch, closed my eyes, and concentrated on getting to the loft. I want to be in the loft. I want to be in the loft. I want to be in the l...ft. I thought this over and over again for a full minute. Then I opened my eyes. Nothing was different. I was still on the couch. Dammit. Ok, ok. I poured more coffee and thought some more. I’m not doing this right. Obviously. So what am I doing wrong? Maybe I’m not concentrating on the right thing, only doing it halfway. I pictured the loft in. " She held one hand to her mouth and giggled again. "Take a look at yourself in the mirror honey." I would 'love to say' I looked as pretty and snappy as Mrs. Smith did in the outfit. The truth is, I looked more like a clown or better yet, a little girl playing dress up in her mother's clothes than the young lady I hoped I would see. But I didn't care; I was wearing the clothes of the women I was in love with. Everything was perfect.Everything that is except for the outfit I wanted her to wear.. "She smiled and waved at the rather confused looking Pedro and Philippeand grabbing Mandy's arm they left the now very crowded bistro."We can grab some takeaway on the way home," said Emma as they walkedup the street to the corner."What was all that about?" Mandy asked. "I thought we were having agood time."Emma shrugged. "They seemed nice, but one more drink and I think Icould have been anyone's, and I know you would have been. And itsuddenly dawned on me that if I'm going to be your guardian. Maa-meri panty to aisi gilli ho gayi thi lag raha tha jaise maine abhi usse dhoyi ho.panty bhi maine change kar li.tu ab jaa bathroom me washing machine k pichey baigan rakha hai,jaa muth maar k aa.aur sun baigan ko kahi fhekna nahi,wahi rakh dena.mausi-thik hai.mausi bhi bathroom me jaakar muth marne lagi aur woh bhi10-15 minute k baad wapas aayi.maa-baigan wohi rakh de thi naa.mausi-haan bhai,kya tu hamesha ussi baigan se muth marti hai.maa-nahi.asal me mere pati ko mere bur me peli hui.