9 feet. My email id is This is my first story which happened when i was doing my b.Tech. I was staying in a room in an apartment, my apartment was a 3...floored building and my room was in top floor i was staying alone in my room.Below my room there was a 3 bed roomed flat there was a family staying over there. Aunty (my dream aunty) her name was saroja and her hubby and 2 kids. They were very friendly and were treating me as there own family member. Now let me explain in detail about my saroja’s. He sat facing me, his hands on mine. “Well,” I asked, more calmly this time, “have they seen each other often?” He paused as if working out how to reply then clearly decided that truth was the best policy. “Quite often, yes,” he replied “How often is that, Paul? What does ‘quite often’ mean?” Another deep breath. “Every couple of weeks, maybe,” his voice was low and somewhat ashamed and his words made me feel even sicker, “once or twice a month anyway and the odd weekend.” I looked at him. To the left of the fireplace was a comfortable rocker. On the left side of the room was a large picture window, it blue drapes thankfully closed. In front of the window was a large brown leather couch with a coffee table in front of it and end tables and lamp to either side of it. A matching loveseat stood at a right angle to the couch, making a little corridor between it and the wall where people walked though to enter in the house through the front door. The floor in that section of the. Morgan said hello to him and asked him how he was doing.Nick, who was inside of Blake said that he was doing okay, and asked what her name was. When she told him it was Morgan, he responded by saying it was a pleasure to meet her.Morgan explained how she won a radio contest and how she came to Atlanta with her cousin, but that her cousin Hillary was currently shopping downtown and that she was alone for the rest of the day.When Nick heard this he asked Morgan if she would like to join him for a.