I walked barefoot down the long, winding country road listening to the sounds of the wind through the trees, people in distant houses, and animals mak...ng themselves known. The soft, cool sand between my toes felt like I was walking in baby powder. I laughed as the wind blew my spaghetti-strapped, short sundress slightly upward and refreshed and tickled my body. There were no garments underneath it, and I felt a kind of wickedness about me. “Hey, Sandi, how are you?” A voice came from the. . !I didn't know the song. What is this, some kind of operetta? I thought. But, I'm on a roll here; so, I decided to cut right to the chase."Mrs. Honeysuckle," I asked, "Is it true you have a flower that talks?" I asked, as I tried to keep a straight face—hoping to get the facts."I do," she said, "I'll show you what flowerbed he's in—then you're on your own. I'm not going to go near that guy! He uses such terrible language. Yesterday... he called me a Slut." Well, that wasn't very nice," I. Meri siskari se aas paas ke log hamari taraf dakhne lage. Maine prakash ko bola ki aab yaha baithna thik nahi hai, bahar chalo. Maine bete ko uthaya aur hum sab hall ke bahar aa gaye. Mere dil mein hulchal ho rahi thi, ek taraf to dar lag raha tha aur doosari taraf prakash ke hath lagane se meri vasna bhadak utthi thi. Prakash ne auto ker liya aur hum sub usme baith gaye aur ghar aa gaye. Maine prakash ko samjha diya aur wo dono mere ghar jane ke thodi der baad mere ghar aye. Maine gate khols. She was wearing a rather tight and short dark blue skirt which now was clinging to her wet skin. Above that there was only flesh to be seen apart from the strap of a grey bra that she was still wearing. Through the glistening wetness of her skin her could very well see the contours of the muscle groups in her back, forming neatly shaped forms in between her shoulder blades. Her shoulders themselves had that typical swimmers form, slightly sloping up towards her neck. The blonde hair, as always.