I’m Desiree King, Miss King to most people but I’ll make an exception for you. Usually men with whom I come in close contact wish to undress me ra...her than assist me with my shopping or other chores.’ ‘Perhaps we could debate that interesting dilemma for men at a later date?’ ‘God can you turn anything into a debate?’ she giggled. ‘My first thought was you looked sexually threatening but already I’m becoming glued to the idea you might be rather charming without having to make the effort.’. Raat k 11baj gye hote h wo sofe pr nanga baitha hota h jaise he main uske same ata hu wo mujhe dekh kr khush ho jta or uska lun meri aankho k samne khade hone lagta h(aj uska lun bada or mota lag rha hota h)wo mere pas ata h or mere gaalo ko kiss krne lgta h or mujhe ekdm se godi mein utha kr bedrm mein le jata h or mujhe bed pr fenk deta h or meri high heels utar kr meri legs or thighs ko kis krta h or fir mere hontho ko chumne lgta h mujhe bhi tharak chad rhi hoti h main bhi usko kiss krne. The thing was, he was right!I couldn’t really call bedtime an ordeal. After all, I was sleeping in a big bed with six beautiful women. I’d stopped in my room, now Jack’s, after I’d read to the boys and got a pair of pajamas out of my bottom drawer. I’d cleared the top two drawers for Jack and the boys to use. I got them tucked in while Jack had a nightcap with Mom and Dad and Lexi. Us ‘kids’ started getting ready for bed. This was going to be an experience. Six women and a guy sharing a. I bend down to squint through the letterbox. Sure enough, the note I addressed to Carol Vasey is on the mat whereI dropped it."I shouldn't bother, sweetheart," I hear Kerrie call from the gate. "Noone's lived here for months."I turn towards her, puzzled."Months? How d'you work that out? Sylv said she only got married about sixweeks ago, remember?" Think about it. Every morning when she pulled back the curtains, thefirst thing she'd see was the place where she lost her husband. No wondershe.