Ek din woh bank aayi ( yeh usi 1 saal ke andar hua tha jab mera aur Radha ka Breastfeeding program chal raha tha ).Usne apne account ki jankari mujhse... maangi aur maine usse bataya. Phir usne mera mobile number maanga aur kaha ki woh apne 4 mahine ke bacche ko lekar itni door bas balance poochne aati thi apne budhe saas-sasur ko akele chhod kar. Maine kaha thik hai aur apna number de diya. Usi raat usne mujhe 9.30 ko phone kiya aur bataya ki usne mujhe aur radha ko breastfeeding program karte. "She smiled."Well if he did and split up with you just for doing a smelly fart, then he's not worthy of you."I reassured her."Oh no, he loves my smelly farts!"She told me."What?"I giggled, unsure if I had heard correctly."Yeah, this is just between us girls, but he has a fart fetish."She softly confided in me before grinning playfully."Oh, you mean, he like, gets off on your farts?"I nervously ask, still trying to hide the fact that I too have the same fetish."Yeah, he loves sniffing my big fat. Can you fully depress the clutch?”“Yes. Just.”“I can’t move the seat any further forward but you could always put a firm cushion behind your hips.”“I suppose. Would the examiner object to it?”“Doubt it.”She did not jump down but came down carefully backwards. And then gave Greg a brilliant smile.“Thanks, Greg. That’s given me more confidence. I suppose the really difficult bits are getting used to the width and to reversing.”“Yes. The width shouldn’t bother you for long but I think you’ll find. I was scared if I stopped giving, you’d leave me. I knew it would hurt, but not as much as it did. Still, no matter how much the pain, it’s nothing compared to the fear of you leaving me.” By now, both of us are more than slightly teary eyed. Tripp is at a loss for words so he pulled me into the tightest hug and wouldn’t let me go.“What if I were to tell you I had my own surprise planned for this week?” He reached behind him and pulled forward a little box as he walks around the bed and went.