Us ghar mein ek kaamwali aati thi jo 30 ya 35 saal ki thi aur uska naam Surekha (name changed) tha. Uska rang sanwla tha aur uske boobs ka size approx...35b tha aur gaand normal thi. Uska face sundar tha. Woh kafi shant swabhav ki thi aur apne kam se kam matlab rakhti thi.Mujhe woh bohut pasand thi aur main usko soch kar kai baar muth marta tha. Main uske sath sex ke sapne bhi dekhta tha. Fir mere dimaag mein ek khurapat aayi ki waise bhi main woh jagah chodne wala hu. To kyu na main use hi. He never used such words with me before that. After my mother had left us, he was the only one around me. But we never happened to talk about it.Though he was the only one around me when I shed the first blood, it was the ladies nearby who took care of me. Then I learned how to handle it myself. So there was not one chance we talked about it.I took a moment to go through it. I knew him. He wouldn’t use such words unless it is really necessary. I knew he must be working on something beneficial. ”“How long …?”“A couple of weeks.”Lee wasn’t sure if that should have made him feel better. It didn’t.“She’s my best friend, and my coworker.”“I thought I was your best friend.”“You are,” Renee said, now an oversized night shirt she found in the drawer.“You,” Lee said angrily.“I’m sorry, Lee.” She couldn’t think of anything else to say.Lee rose. “I gotta go. I gotta go.”“No Lee wait,” begged Pam.“Is this what you meant by excitement?” he asked, trying very hard to not say anything he’d. Somehow you have always known when I needed a non-day as I like to call them. I just drift almost asleep. The water starts to go cold after about forty minutes so I climb out and slowly rub dry with a large fluffy towel. I blow out the candles and walk into the bedroom. I see the red box, a little more rectangular, quite a bit larger than the last one sitting on the bed. Again I slit the tape and lift the lid. I smile, this is clothes and a letter. Dazi…sweetheart you know I love to pick your.