. . .Chaaya jaan gae thi k main kitni bhooki nazaro se use dekh raha tha , phir us ne kuch kaha nahi bus apne sarri thick ki aur apne kaam me lag aur ...ain fauran waha chala gaya . . . Par mere tan maan me chaaya bas chuki thi us ka pasine se bheega jismm mere nazro k samane se hatne koi taiyaar nahi tha aur mera bura haal tha . . . Jb shaam hui aur main office se kaam khtm kar k nikla toh socha k chaya k shop par jau par himmat nahi hui k dophar me mera aise dekhna use bura laga ho is soch me. Occasionally, she caught one of the teen boys trying to casually look in her direction. Though half her age, Trish knew that they were all at the point in their lives where torrents of hormones coursed through their veins, and their thoughts turned towards the opposite sex. Besides, she thought, she looked pretty good in her tiny bikini, long shiny legs and her thick brunette hair tied back in a girlish ponytail. In actuality, she felt a little flattered that these young guys found her to be. “I’m sorry for hurting you. But I was blind in my emotions those days to fool you like that. I’m sorry.” She broke down again in tears. For such a spoilt bitch like her, this was the limit and I knew that she actually is hurting inside. My feeling for her started uprooting in me again. I levelled with her and pulled her up. “This seem like that scene in Jannat where Imraan bent on the road.” I told her to loosen her up. She smiled looking at me. “Don’t hike up your ego for this okay?.” She said. Never speak to me again.’ “Tell me about her.” “Sometime I will,” I promised, wanting to get on with the task at hand, convincing Wendy that the couch would be a good fit, even for a woman of her stature. She had briefly looked around at the rest of the room but we hadn’t gotten further than the back of the couch, where she stood with her hips resting there, almost sitting. “How did it happen, with Mrs. P, I mean?” Wendy’s voice had taken on the high-pitched sexy level that I had gotten to.