.. messy.”I frowned in question. My friend leaned towards me and whispered.“Grow up, Linda! Don’t tell me you never got damp knickers when you w...ere at school. Girls wet their seats, right?”I nodded remembering embarrassing moments in my youth.“Well, boys get urges they can’t help too. And with those urges come... emissions. I wouldn’t be at all surprised if Richie had photos of you hidden in his phone or on his laptop. I wouldn’t be surprised if he had stolen a pair or two of your knickers as. "And then soon after that," she went on, "he started going with this other girl. Monette. What a stupid name. She was such a... she was very sexual, I think. She wore long shirts and short shorts so it looked like she had nothing on under her shirt. She had big boobs, and she always walked around pushing her chest out." She demonstrated for me."So he went for her then?" I asked, as I caressed the soft flesh of her chest."Yeah. I think he wanted someone more experienced." I wouldn't jump to. He didn’t need a wife. He needed a hot looking girlfriend to divert attention from him while he sold drugs.But she married him, thinking she was moving on with her life. She also thought she was letting her brother move on with his life. And do you know what I think? Remember that bullshit they used to tell us about “practicing to make babies” so that if Uncle Bob got married he could make a baby with his wife? I think she sublimated that idea, and came to believe it herself, in an odd sort of. (But for the story, I will go with my online name, viz., Linga)L: Seri Manni (Okay Bhabhi)S: Eppadi da irukku, Linga? How is it Linga?)L: (Looking at her assets) Arumaiyaa irukku Manni (Its awesome Bhabhi)S: Ada rascal. Tea-a ketten da ;) (You naughty rascal. I asked about the tea)L: Pramadham manni (Fabulous Bhabhi) – sheepishlyI just wrap my arms around Manni’s shoulder. And snuggle up closer to her. She comes closer too. Both of us are silent but breathing a little heavy. I slowly slide my.