‘Nothing changes, huh? You look pretty much the same, I guess.’ She took a deep breath. ‘Lot of water under the bridge though.’ Love those god...dam clichés. ‘Hell, Judy, you ain’t changed hardly at all either. Recognized you right away. Whatcha doin’? Still salvagin’ screwed up kids?’ She cracked a small smile. ‘I’m a psychologist dealing with troubled juveniles, if that’s what you mean.’ ‘Always did have a weakness for the whack jobs, I recall. How’s the doc?’ No harm reminding her why we split.. “No, Pops was just busting my balls as usual…. You know, about the party.”, she protested.“Nothing you don’t deserve my precious daughter.”, Jim Thomas chimed in. “Jesus Christ will you guys ever get over it?”, she complained. “I’ll have the family get back to you on that….”, I said, acting serious. “Oh, you fucker, you will pay for that.”, she said softly, smacking me on the back. “I not sure but I think that might be police brutality.”, I said. The party went well, and everyone seemed to. He was about 5" 11', a bit beefy and from what I could see he seemed quite furry, a bear I guess. At chucking out time I shook his hand,nice firm grip on him, and wished him well for his upcoming wedding. At which point he admited he didn't want to go home. Oh fuck. I tentatively suggested he come back to mine and was pleased when he smiled and said he'd like that. Fast forward about 20 minutes and we're sat on my sofa and he's giving me the sob story about how he wasn't really ready to settle. His constant pressing of boobs was adding to her suffering. It soon ended as he got up to get rid of her lehenga.He untied her lehenga strings and removed it. Ridhima’s thin legs and silky thighs were exposed. He gave some kisses on her thighs. He liked their feel on his lips. He looked at Ridhima’s red thong, the thin and weak piece of cloth which covered her modesty.He didn’t care to untie the knot. He simply pulled it and tore it apart, causing pain to Ridhima due to its sharp elastic..