The closet was more than big enough to be comfortable and the door was only slatted in the top half, meaning I could see the whole room without anyone...being able to see me. I left home on Tuesday full of excitement and was in his office – and the closet by 9:00 on the dot. Disappointment though, nobody appeared. Just over half an hour later I was on my way home. In fact I arrived just in time to move into a darkened spare bedroom, which overlooks the drive leading to our house to see Michael. ” Ab to mana nahin karogi” ” Nahin jab marzi chod lena, mujhe acha lagega” ” agle hafte phir isi time aana” I told her and she nodded in acceptance, dressed up and left. Next week she came to my room immediately when I came back after dropping my mom. Closing the door behind her she came straight into my arms and I planted a kiss on her lips, long one, we kissed for couple of minutes before I disengaged from her, held her from the arms and said” Aaj main tumhein achi tarha se nanga dekhna. ’ Then I added, with all the subtlety of a freight train balanced with my pride struggling to sing softly, ‘I also can’t believe how many times I’ve come today.’ It appeared I hit a nerve. ‘You guys and your numbers,’ she said, a hint of playful ire in her tone. ‘What is it? Five, seven, ten? Did you come 2 teaspoons each time? That’s 1/3 of an ounce, you know. Or, maybe on the sixth one — now that you were warmed up, you know, swung that bat around a bit! — you came 2 tablespoons,’ she added. . Geetika ab thak chuki thi…Usne uncle ko kaha…Please ab bas karo me 8 bar jar chuki hu ab or takat ni h…Ab dard ho rha h…Please ab mat karo…Par uncle ne uski ni suni…Or use chodte rhe….Thodi der me uncle ne use bistar pe lita diya or uske muh me lund deke k bole chuso ise….Geetika jor jor se lund chusne lagi…Uncle geetika k boobs masal rhe the.. Geetika k boobs b ab ek dam lal ho chuke the….Uncle uske sir pe hath fer k bole beta ek bar or…Chut marne de me b jar jaunga…Par geetika me ab himmat.