She pulled him toward her.”You mean, your…” she interrupted, a finger on his lips.”Hush…” her finger fell to the top of her tightly wrappe... towel. A painted nail rasping the rough cotton. A taught fold forcing a deep cleavage beneath. A sharp tug and they bounced free. Her soft fingertips, tracing the full contour, she gathered a handful and presented him with the squashy flesh.He latched, greedy to consume far more than he could manage.”Easy tiger…” she stroked at his cheek, “she’s sensitive. I tore it down to the foundations and rebuilt it out of freshly called-up stone with walls two feet thick. The second floor overhung the first and boasted a wide outside door with a swing arm gantry and pulley. A chute at either end of the stable was cut in to drop hay below. I reserved one manger below for a granary, tightly built. Across from the granary I put in a small office with a bed, and spent some time installing three iron stoves to keep the beasts warm in the winter or after coming. That hope died as the door opened and he came back down the stairs, smiling that same horribly insipid smile. In his hands he held a small white bag bearing the name of some fast food restaurant."I picked you up a sandwich and a coke. I hope you don't mind regular, I can't stand the smell of diet anything," he said, almost as if she were nothing more than a guest in his house.Her stomach rumbled in response to the smells coming from the bag, though she hadn't felt hunger. She hated the thought. Luckily the only studio in their village was run by her boyfriend Akash, she liked herself photographed umpteen times over and over again. And Akash, he didn’t mind enjoying her beauty at the fullest. They were in a serious relationship, or so Diya thought. The best thing about diya was her almost knee length thick long hair.Her short stature made her hair look ever thicker and longer than others. Diya also had a good body structure, even though not slim like usual models, she had a beautiful.