She's twenty-two, just three years younger than me, freshfaced and just out of college, she's been the subject of many of my lesbian based fantasies."...Oh, I'm..s...sorry!" she says, her cheeks reddening, as she tugs nevously at her long brown hair."That's okay, come sit down," I say casually, patting my lap.I can see the confusion written all over her face, and then the realization of what I'm implying hits her. A slow smile starts up on her face, and she walks over. "Miss Lauren...," she says. I just sat and watched him go inside the kitchen and waited for him. It was almost 10 minutes since he went inside the kitchen, wonder what he was doing in the kitchen with my wife. All I could hear was sounds of plates and pots and utensils and a couple of spoons drop on the ground. I was thinking in my mind that Bob was probably watching her and filming her bend over. I sit and read my newspaper while he comes back after about 20 minutes and then sits in front of me breathing so hard with his. ” he guffawed.“No no Balram uncle, nothing like that. You are very distinguished looking. Isn’t he, Shilpa?” I said.“Yes yes.” Shilpa said politely, “In fact you are an ideal subject for a portrait with your unconventional looks.”“Haha, you are obviously being polite, but never mind. Sure I’ll do it. I don’t have much to do all day anyway. I just hang out with some other retired friends, read books, watch TV, and that’s it. Modeling for a portrait sounds interesting. When should I come. Even he was impressed to read his own history. He hadn’t realized how many women he had known intimately until reading it in black and white. Catherine was intrigued to read of Brandon’s determined way of life. He was almost as filthy rich as she, yet spurned it to work his way through college and had done an admirable job. Although he was the most sought after man on campus by all the beautiful women, it seemed that he didn’t care for them in the least, loving them and leaving them, one after.