I figured a few minutes rest would be all that I needed.I awoke at 9am to the smell of fresh coffee.I was a little disoriented. I lived alone, and had...for three years, since my wife died. I got up and saw Sara at the table."Hi," she said, sounding chipper and a little nervous. "I took the liberty of making some coffee." No, no, that's great," I said - or rather slurred. I'm not much good without my morning caffeine. "How long have you been up?" About an hour," she replied.I excused myself to. As usual, Harddaysknight gives me peer review and a critical read. SBrooks103x also gives me a pre-post read and criticism. These guys are the best. I love you all. * Author’s note: This one is a bit different. I had approached GeorgeAnderson about coauthoring a story with me after he contributed heavily to ‘Catch of a Lifetime.’ I had an idea for a story and a good start. We agreed on a division of labor and I’m as happy with it as anything I’ve ever written. I am very grateful to George for. .Anju aae ar sab dekha ar hasne lagi…Phir boli boliye didi…Jao mere store room se dildos aur belt leke aao ..Wo chali gae .Aunty ne mujhe bola ..Apne kapde utaro…Jaldi..Mene bola aunty yeh kya kar rahi hai…Unhone utar nahi to tere ghar par bata dungi…Mene apne kapde utar diye mujhe sharam aa rae thi…Aunty ne wpod ki badi wali scale nikali ar mere hath pe marne lagi… Phir unhonr ne apna dupatta apne seene se nikala ar mere hath piche ki taraf kash kar bandh diye…Mujhe samjh nahi aa ra tha kya ho. Kelly and Beth looked at each other, neither knowing how to comfort the woman. Any sign of affection would be interpreted as a violence against her. The two of them looked at Ed. For the first time, they had an insight into the kind of obstacles he had faced in rescuing those damsels in distress. Even if it was John that rescued them, it was Ed that comforted and healed them.Ed stayed in the pool, realizing that exposing her to any intimate embrace would make her feel vulnerable in front of his.