”I sighed and answered, “I love you, too. I’ll call you back after I make the call.”After I hung up I sat at the table sipping coffee and star...ng at the number. Dr. Phillip Carter. Dr. Phil!That didn’t help.His was not one of the names I wrote down on the list I just made. I went back to the yellow pages to look up his ad. It isn’t there! I checked the white pages. His name isn’t there, either. I looked at my note. It’s definitely a local number.It concerns me that he isn’t in the phonebook. I. Kartha hai humra import or export ka business hai. Aunty ke age maximum 41 hogi aunty ke ladki hai jo B. Com final ma mara sath hai aunty ko job hi koi kam ma problem aati who muja sa pooch thi papa na muja sara kam smuja diya tha office ma hum 3 log hai ma aunty or pieon baki sabh factory ma shift ho gaya hai. Aunty jabh muj sa kuch poochn atti tu muja sir kaha kar bolti par ma mana karth ma kath ke muja aap naam sa bula saqti hai par aunty nahi manti who muja sir kaha kar bulathi.Ak din ke. He took another bowl and started to squeeze my right boob. I was surprised by it. He told, he couldn’t waste much time with one customer only. And all the women did the same way. So I agreed. He had rough hands and was good at his job. He squeezed so much that it felt empty. I didn’t have anything left for Kishan. But he instantly paid 400Rs and went off.This happened for a month. He would daily come and squeeze my boobs. Some days I would be in kitchen cooking breakfast, and he would stand. A few weeks later, Zoe was back home with her parents for the weekend, and was sitting talking to her brother. Zoe and Alan had always been very close, and enjoyed catching up on the weekends. He was 2 years older than her, and was often away working so they did not get much opportunity to talk these days. "So, how is that sexy friend of yours?" asked Alan. Zoe laughed. Alan had always had a huge crush on Julie ever since their school days. It had never developed any further, as Julie never saw.