We are both in our mid-forties, share the same down to earth attitude, and have no problems telling each other things straight out. Our friendship is ...good enough that we share all our sexual secrets but not good enough that we ever had done anything sexual together. “Hey! How are you?” I asked. “I’m good,” Macy replied. “What are you doing tonight?” Not wanting to seem lame, I told her that I had a few things lined up but nothing that was set in stone. “I have a favor to ask,” she said. “And I. Par maine line nhi ku ki uska bf tha mere aur nandia me bare mai use pta nhi tha Us din bhi bahut fogg tha mene socha nandia ko dekh lunga mai uthkar usse dekhne chal diya to mne dekha wha par koi nhi hai mne socha ase kaise ho sakta hai or mai usse piche bale lahi khet mai mutne gya to kuch aawaj aye to mne socha koi latrin kar raha hoga par aahi ohh ki awaj ayi mere ander sansanahat fial gyi mene socha kuch gadbad hai or ma chupke se us jagah ki taraf badne laga to dekha ki wo apne bf se. SIL: Can we stop somewhere? I want to pour my heart out today.I: yes, we shall. There is a by lane nearby and we will stop there.We reached the bylane where we could park the vehicle on the elevated expressway. SIL started her story.SIL: I was in 1st year of my degree when I came to know this boy by name Rakesh. We were together in an assignment and we understood each other well. We shared everything right from the same bench, notes, food, our secrets everything.We went out on dates to parks,. ‘I’ve seen you in here before, tapping away, and couldn’t resist …’ she paused and looked me straight in the eye ‘ … well, the opportunity to meet you.’ Her eyes were dark and fascinating, her make-up was immaculate and her body language was unequivocal. We chatted animatedly about each other, our tastes in literature, art and music, about politics, education and religion. Everything. Time was measured by the growing assortment of cups and glasses on our table and by how often Rebekka brushed.