Pushpa: Oh, you poor thing. If you want I’ll come to your home and cook your lunch and dinner. I can also do some household work for free.Me: OMG, t...hank you. I was wondering how should I live in my home alone and you came like an angel. Are you really willing to do this?Pushpa: Of course, I’ll do it for you. You are my favourite kid. I’ll pack my stuff and we leave tomorrow at 5 am.Next day, I called an autorickshaw and we both went to my house. I opened the lock and I kept her luggage in my. "She's my kind of girl. Friends since middle school, even if we didn't become a couple until much later. Early riser and a horny one. Can't stand the schedule part, but there was nothing I could do about that.I was toweling off when Sandy stepped past me into the shower, running her hand over me, stroking me a second. When are we supposed to get a moment, anyway, with two little ones? Date night? Yeah, right. Both of us work, day care has a fee schedule with million-dollar fines, it seems like,. The ten year old hosts, Paula Akron and her boyfriend, Paul Macon, were in full hippie regalia: ripped blue jeans, tie-dye T-shirts, leather headbands, and each had a daisy tucked behind the left ear. Their feet were shod in sandals. Other children sported fringed vests or tinted Lennon glasses. Peace signs were much in evidence. The words “groovy” and “far out” were heard often.As the guests entered the treehouse, they heard music: “Strawberry Fields Forever,” by the Beatles, and then “Daily. I did not feel it, I could not feel it, but I sort of did, the sound was familiar and wicked, it put me up on point, a pulled my shoulders back a little more, chest out a little more.“Anita, take off your top.” Her words were a statement, plain, and simply assumed my compliance.I obeyed without a thought. I wrapped my fingers on the hem of my t-shirt and pulled it up over my breasts, m head and then tossed it aside. I looked into her eyes as I reached behind my back to undo my bra. The snaps.