”“Shruti tujhse kitni baar kaha hai,agar chodna chudana hai toh us ladke ko ghar leke aana tha, aise roadpe tamaasha karne ki kya zarurat thi. Tum...ein toh maalum hai na wohpallavi ke baare mein, saali raand chinaal , khud ko lauda nahin milachudwane ke liye toh jal gayi aur meri beti ko andar karwa diya. shrutitumhein saavdhaan rehna hoga , agar tu us ladke ko ghar le aati tohghar wale kitne khush hote, main bhi us se gaand marwa leti, magar terijaldbaazi ne sab kuchh kharab kar diya.”“Mama. From the looks they exchanged, it was clear that Barbara and Stacey felt the same. Perhaps Clara felt the cool evening more than she let on, but she was excusing herself and leaving long before we’d anticipated. None of us were upset. ‘Sorry about that. She told me she loved children,’ Barbara apologized. ‘Baked or fried, maybe. I can’t help contrasting her attitude with Julie’s.’ ‘Speaking of Julie,’ Stacey drawled, ‘when do we get to meet the paragon? Want to invite her over Saturday. Well within a year I had gathered a couple of very slutty outfits. I loved Garters and stockings, Panties and heels. I was so thin and had this little round bum that looked hot peaking out from under a mini skirt or tube dress.I would stop at this rest area on my way home from work. There you could walk deep into the woods away from the road. I would go back there and dress in stockings, panties and heels. I loved it when guys watched me change. Sometimes I’d walk right by them with my little. Now what to do?! Then, amidst the flurry of responses she had gotten to her profile, she receivedone that stood out. It was from the Man who had spoken to her in his stories.She read his profile; he was what she wanted emotionally but was a little olderthan she had wanted. But he spoke to her soul the way no manher age had ever done. Now what to do? She was torn, should she pursue herfantasy or should she play it safe. Her very soul told her to pursue her fantasy,but it was so hard. She re-read.