Picture me trying to walk in a ladylike fashion: LBD, heels, the whole shebang, looking (or so I thought) very respectable as I walked into the lobby ...... and bless I was met from the car by ‘Durexcell’ so didn’t even have to hoover awkwardly in reception). All sounds simple doesn’t it? wrong! As I walk past what can only be described as an old lady (who I might add was already eyeing me suspiciously) my stockings decided to slide down flashing her a bit of thigh, and in an attempt to rectify. ”We soon had things wired up; we replaced the cover plates, strung it with the new strings, and then plugged it in.“Damn, that sounds good,” I said. “The tones a little brighter than my other one, it seems to have more mid-range punch, or something.”“All in those pickups,” he said. “Now you’ve got a good backup; all you need is a more powerful amp; I might know where there’s a good, cheap Marshall 100 watt stack. We’ll probably need that for Millers.”I thanked him for all his help, and drove. It had been almost 18 days since my sexcapade with Divya. She, too, had a busy schedule and couldn’t take time out.In the last 18 days, Ruchi’s behavior towards me had changed. Things were not looking good with my friend and his girlfriend. They did not fight in front of me. But something had happened between them, which was visible with the tension in the house.Ruchi was hot. She was 5’3” tall, fair, and with a figure of 34-28-36. She had nice curves. She did quite the workout early morning,. She was fifteen years older than me. Forty-two. She lived across the street from me, and I lusted after her for years. From the moment she and her husband moved in, with her short sundresses that showed off those perfect, tanned legs... Over forty or not, she blew away most of the girls my age without contest.Then she and the hubby got a divorce, and she was living alone. So I offered my services around the house. Mowing the lawn, fixing leaks, whatever she needed done, I was right there ready.