Then at least, if he did show up, hours later and cocky with it, she would have the last laugh. She wrenched the door open, almost careering into a vi...sitor. Harry. How in the hell had he gotten up the lift without being buzzed into the building? She scowled at him, her black mood dissipating. He wore beige-ish moleskins, a dark blue ti-shirt, comfy-looking skate shoes and a wicked grin. One dimple taunted her. His blue eyes twinkled at her, mocking her anger. “Hey Lady. Goin’ somewhere?” “I...”. “Hello sweta, i was waiting when you would come” he said licking his lips. I didn’t know what he meant, but thought he was drunk, and talking nonsense.“Umm uncle, did my mother give keys to my house?” I asked him.“Keys?” he said looking confused. Then like he remembered something, he smiled and noded. “Yes. They are somewhere. See where they are for yourself” he said taking another sip from his glass.I didn’t know where to start, but knew he wasn’t in any position to search himself, so i looked. As soon as I came from college took a neat bath, shaved and sprayed a nice deodorant. I took my bike and waited near the library exactly at 6.Soon she came out wearing a very beautiful salwar, had applied a nice pink lipstick and smiled at me like a cute baby. I took her to one of the finest diners I could find. We had a very wonderful and romantic dinner. She held my hand most of the time and her sparkling eyes were igniting me.She told me she was getting late and asked me to drop her as soon. They taught her to by default sit on men's laps, and wiggle her ass against their cocks. They taught her to idly stroke men's groins as she talked to them. They taught her to rub her tits up against people at every opportunity. They taught her to keep a photo of herself naked on her phone and show it to strangers and ask for their opinion. They taught her to hug people at every opportunity, and nuzzle against their neck on the first hug and try and kiss them on the lips on the second. They.