I loved California when my parents and I lived there back in the late 1940s and wouldn,t mind returning.” “Go for it then if you want to end up in...Vietnam.” Bert told him. “Rather be a soldier there than a marine getting stuck in all the shit.” “Uncle Pete says the army gets the shit jobs the marines won,t do!” Bert added.”Maybe I,ll join the Air Force then.” “Can,t see you as a pilot!” Bert laughed. “Not everyone in the Air Force is a Pilot” John reasoned and Bert agreed. The discussion on. ”And she’d be guaranteed to have a good time. Just picturing it, she could feel that delicious itch building up inside. It wasn’t fair, how was she supposed to think straight when all she could think about was hands on her body and delicious violations.She sat down on a bench to wait for a train, her bottom gave her an exquisite reminder of how much fucking she’d received last night. If it wasn’t for the magic she was sure it would have been painful. Instead she had to stifle a moan and bit her. We finished the lunch. Then suddenly door was knocked. She rant into bath room and I opened the door lately. It was leela and Vijay returned to home. After some time Sarita returned from bath room , she dressed properly .We both were moving as if nothing was happened. Vijay told that in the night Leela and Vijays are going to Chennai from there they will catch the flight and go to abroad. I told Vijay that I have to report at my office on tomorrow and I have to go to Chennai for office camp. But she did love the leaves.It was the colours, I think. All those bright reds and oranges, twisting and twirling as the breeze wafted through the trees. They were warm colours, nature's last hurrah before the cold really took hold.And, of course, they were like fire.Fire.She loved fire; loved snuggling up beside a big open fireplace, watching the flames flicker around the logs, the embers glowing brightly with almost fluorescent intensity. The light would dance on her face, alternately making.