Aunty ennai pidithu motai maadiku azhaithu sendru en idam pesa aarambithaal.Ivalavu neramaaga engu irunthaai endru ketal? Ingu oru nanban veedu irukir...thu angu thaan irunthen endru sollinen. Unathu nanban enge irukiraan endru ketal? Avan nanban veetil irukiraan vendumanal adutha murai varum pozhuthu en nanbanai veetirku azhaithu varugiren endru solinen. Aval athai ketu vittu sari endru sollinaal.Avaluku kanavan ilai endrum sollinaal, aval oru vithavai endru enaku angu sendratharku piragu thaan. What of it anyhow? It was none of her business.She had been about to start her lunch when he returned, cheeks aglow from the chill wind. He expressed delight at at finding her up and dressed.Olwen listened to his flow of talk as he put away various things into freezer, fridge and cupboards before he ladled soup into a bowl and then sat at the table to face her.'Mr. Salford... David... I don't know where to begin... I... I... I feel so embarrassed at what I've put you through'... she faltered.He. She is very keen on gardening and often stops to talk to me outside the house when she passes by. Her curtains are open but no lights on. However, by now there is enough daylight to see what is going on. With one quick movement, she peels her light cotton nightdress over her head and throws it on the bed. Underneath she is naked and I get a brief glimpse of her creamy, slightly grey rounded body as she turns and grabs a towel of a nearby chair and disappears out of the room, her large bare arse. ”She was dressed in formal business attire, a white blouse tightly hugging her pert breasts. A thin white gold chain with teardrop pendent nestled just above where the first fastening was. Over this she wore a fitted jacket and below was a thin pencil skirt and the obligatory neutral coloured tights, which shimmered whenever she crossed her legs. The look was finished off with a pair of back 4” stiletto court shoes, with beige leather soles. Not for her the brash red of Louboutin’s heels, at.