And I already know a lot about you from that. But like I said, I’m insatiable. I want more of you, a lot more, so tell me your story.”“I’ll te...ll you mine, if you tell me yours.”“Okay, that’s fair,” she said, taking another sip of her coffee.“I already told you a little. I’m a writer--novels, poetry. I was divorced two years ago. It was pretty friendly. We kind of wore each other out and I guess, a kind of boredom set in and we decided not to be in each other's movie anymore. Now, I live in a. Toh unke khetibati ki saari jimmedaari mera cusn sukhi smbhalta tha… Vo subhe 5-6 bje khet jaate the or raat ko 10-11 bje vhaa se aate the… Dopahar ka khaana unke khet k pass vaali dhaani me unke frnd k ghr khaate the or kbhi kbhi rukk jaate the… Khet ghr se 30 mins ki duri pe tha bike se…..Toh baat aisi h k main roz vha late uth taa tha bcz mera koi ghr kaa kaam vgera to thaa nhi… Bche tb tk school chle jaate the or uncle to bss bahr vaale room me din raat baithe rhte the or relative nd circle. ? It was becoming clear that Danielle wasmanipulating and taking advantage of me, and I didn?t like it.? I thought that she was a nice, honest girl,as this is the way that she had always acted towards me.? However, from her recent attitude it appearedthat she was very lazy and expected to be waited on hand and foot.? I had to admit, I did like her company, but Ididn?t know whether I was prepared to be her servant.? I wasn?t sure of how to approach her on thematter, so I just decided that I. “David; you’re staring,” Michele whispered, her fingers feather-lightly stroking his chest.“Sorry Mom; its just you are so beautiful,” he whispered and lowered his eyes.“Silly boy; I’m an old woman,” she chuckled, trying once more to diffuse an awkward situation.With his head bowed David stared at his mother’s body. Her pinstriped navy-blue skirt was tightly fastened around her trim waist, the hem of the skirt rested just above her knees. The kick-pleat at the side of the skirt had opened.