She paused as she walked through the back door because there hanging on a nail near the back door was the old black leather belt. It had hung there Mi...'s entire life, and although it seemed like something she would have gotten used to over the years, she never had. She always deliberately took her friends in and out of the front door, even though her grandma would sometimes scold her for doing so. But she didn't want her friends to see the black leather belt hanging near the back door of the. .. this fire needs to smell grand.' I filled my canvas wood carrier with apple and carried it into the fire pit. Using my flint and steel I struck a spark into a small clump of dried tree moss. Blowing on the ember until I had flame, I placed the burning moss in a small nest of shavings in the pit and built a nice wigwam of apple wood around it. I poured the pail of water in my basin and placed it on the cooking rock to heat. I stripped. I was so hard I could barely stand it.I asked Simone to. She used to wear sarees mostly and sometimes suits. She had been working for the past 8 years. She had seen me grow up from my teens into a young adult.She used to wear her saree below her navel. From the day she started working for us as a cook I was hooked on to ogling her! Somewhere down the line she had an idea that I used to constantly stare at her navel. The kitchen stove in our house was overlooking the dinning area. So when she would stand and cook on the gas stove, I could see her. Suddenly the doorbell rang, which we both ignored. A moment later it started ringing again. This time continuously, the chime going into a loop of the same sound.“Ok, ok I’m coming.” Jumping out of bed, I slipped on a pair of shorts. Rushing out of the bedroom, pulling the door behind me to close. Opening the front door, in front of me was auntie Androulla, next to her Maria with a dog strap in her hand, on the other end of the belt was Charlie, sitting there looking up at me. Charlie stayed.