The higher, the better.It was amidst that train of thought that I heard light steps on their way down the stairs.I took a moment figuring how close it... was and, by the speed, whoever it was had no idea of what was happening downstairs or had a good plan to escape, one that did not include passing through the fight. Unluckily, the person had not noticed me either. When the rushed and light steps were close enough for me to slice through, I had to decide whether to kill the woman or child. I should explain that we’re both in our seventies and have a larger house about an hour’s drive away.The cottage was at the end of a terrace of houses and Jane, who is very chatty, soon got to know our neighbours. Next door was a widow called Ann who had lived in the town all her life. Her husband Bert had been the local librarian and she knew everybody and everything about the town. She was a few years older than us but had mostly kept her figure and her looks. She was still active, happy to. But then shed nestle in a bit closer and emit another contented sigh and her dress would slid up those damned gorgeous legs just a bit more and Id have to start reminding myself all over again. The little old cabbie looked in the rear view mirror and must have thought we were lovers. I saw him smile and wink, as he suggested a nice ride through the park. Why not, I thought. Just to prolong this mild body contact was reason enough. Frans dress had ridden more than half-way up her thigh and I. .Isliye maine roz jaise boxer pe bahar aakar khade hokar towel rassi pe dal di mere right pe dek tho kud aunt kapada sukane kek liye khada hai..Muje to man me laddu puta.. Tabi uski husband aagaya mai jaldi se andar chala gaya…. Us evening maine gate pe kade ho deka ki anunt hai to nai wo haat me bacha lekar kada hua tha maine usko smile deke andar chal gaya..Isi taraha smile exchange chal rahi thi mere ghar gaav jane wala tha mere baiya -bhabhi kaha ki wo evening gaav jaa raha hai kuch chahiye.