" That'll be perfect!" she said, "Thanks so much, David. I was really hungrybut I didn't even notice. I guess my mind was wrapped up on other things,"...and she gave him an affectionate smile.Her smile affected him nearly as much as his earlier ruminations had done,and he looked hastily away through the windshield, as if studying the roadahead.They drove in companionable silence for a while, munching away on nuts andfruit, and passing the water bottle between them. Then presently. Staring at the dark ceiling of her room, Clara tried to identify and mentally arrange the pieces of a puzzle that were still difficult to understand. There was one question that kept swirling around in her head. What did Rebeca do when she was not at the pension?Right next to the reception lobby, there is a dining room where the pension serves breakfast. The service is included in the monthly rent. The room is spacious, well illuminated by two large windows with heavy ruby-red curtains;. She wasn’t behaving like normal for the next 1 month. Gopal ji was getting tensed as she wasn’t performing for the past 1 month and his business went down drastically.His main dancer (my sister) wasn’t performing from last one month. I felt so guilty and thought to ask her to forgive me. Some days passed. It was her birthday. I thought it was the perfect day to say her sorry. She was happy that day. After so many days I found her smiling. I organized a party at home. Our parents, relatives and. “Are you coming?” I breathed heavily, once again focusing my rough palm over the hot, soft skin of my tip slowly, covering it in my own natural lubrication.I don’t know why I asked. I knew she was. I knew from the way her fingertips were digging into my thigh, and the way she was moaning my name over and over again as she began to spasm around her own fingers. She nodded quickly, before throwing her head back to the ceiling; body convulsing and chest moving up and down rapidly. I paused what I.