She is now 36 and she didn’t have any child that Day I went to my flat and smelled bra and panty and shagged a lot and I also used to wear her panty...when nobody is at home and after couple of days we became so much friendly and now we had exchanged our numbers and also we also used to call from Intercom and chat a lot. We became good friends now.Later on one day she called me and told me that she had cooked something special and invited me for the same. We had lunch and after that we talked. I nodded, “I heartily agree.”When the lights went out none of us were really tired. It didn’t feel like a whole day had gone by. We talked some more.“I hope we get food when we wake up,” said Claire.We all moaned. We were all hungry, but talking about it made it worse.The oppressive darkness made talking uncomfortable, so we just laid there in the darkness thinking our own secret thoughts.Finally, we all dozed off.When I woke it was still pitch black. I felt the déjà vu of once again lying. We chatted, old stories were retold, it was like the old days when we younger and with nothing to worry about except getting drunk and getting laid.I was so happy, drinks with good company and a furtive grope on the way back from having a pee, I had already had more to drink than normal and was shocked to see it was nearly twelve I would have to make my way home soon, shit I didn't want to go home to more shit off of Tony.Lisa must have seen me glance at my watch as she offered me a lift, she. "Gee, I'm sorry, Herb, Ralph never did anything like that before. He's usually really nice to folks. I don't know what got into him."They stopped at Jennifer's desk as Les Nessman, the station's one-man news department, came up from behind. "I'm going out to a hog farm, Jennifer," he said. "Oh, nice doggie!" He took a step toward Ralph. In a flash of brown fur the animal leaped up, clamping his bowtie between the dog's powerful jaws. Mr. Jones tried to pull him off, but that only made Les turn.