.. or so I thought.I sweated the Arrival.My partner made an entrance. Her dress matched my tie ... exactly. Her hair was up and fine ... My brain said..... Where is Grace?The vision that tripped lightly down the stairs wore Cornflower Blue ... Cornflower Blue that hugged curves. Curves that started at tiny slipper clad feet and ended at an impossibly long and aristocratic neck. The route taken crossed the Alps on the way up ... twice ... and severe valleys in strategic places in between. The. "Well, I guess youprobably want to see what's in the bag, eh?" he mused. Debbie blushed briefly,nodding in affirmation. "Let's go upstairs", she said. Grinning,James followed her to her bedroom, admiring the sway of her plump bottomthrough her tight blue jeans. She took a seat on herunmade bed, asking his forgiveness for the unkempt room. Then, blushing, sheasked what he had brought. "This", he said,pulling an item from the bag, "is a leather collar. It fits around yourneck. You will notice. You're big surprise is tonight and I want you to look perfect"He smiled at me with sparkling eyes that made me want to run. My daddy had always had a dark side, but he saved it for dark nights when there was no one to hear me scream. I hated him for it, yet he still meant everything to me.My brother had never giving any hint that he knew about daddy and I. I had almost told him a couple times but he saw daddy as a king and I couldn't shatter that love. My brother and I were as close as any. Kya ?? Gf nahi hain? U must be joking.Me – sacchi me bhabhi nahi hain. Jhoot kiyu bolunga.(Mey Sonia bhabhi ke sath baat kar raha tha sms me aur ek hat se lund masal raha tha)Sonia- itne hamdsome ho aur **** bhi itna accha ain firbhi nahi hain?Me- **** matlab??? Kya itna accha hain?Sonia- hain kuch.Me- bolo na bhabhi.Sonia- arey ….tumhara hatora..Me – hatora ? ?Hahaha.Sonia – hatora hi to hain….Jo size hain tumhara ….uff…hatora se kam nahi.Me – tum bhi kam nahi ho bhabhi. Ekdam mast item ho..