He said he had a few things to wrap upand agreed to meet me there in a little while. I knew Steve is a goodlistener, easy to talk to and he willingly ...offers an opinion or someadvice, usually proper and fitting. Furthermore, he doesn't resent me ifI don't heed his advice or disagree with his opinions, so I'd welcomehis perspective. First, I wanted to spend some time all by myself tothink, to relax and plan my next moves carefully, so his joining melater, after I had an idea what to do next would. He'd accepted her marrying his father without question and Janice had relished the challenge of bringing up her stepson. She knew she'd done a good job. He was polite and courteous, good-looking and, most importantly, helped his “Mom" whenever he could. But nowadays his full attention was reserved for Stacy, his girlfriend. Janice sighed mournfully, Alone in her bed, Janice often heard them making love. She didn't want to think about the times she fingered herself, listening to their youthful. I put on my red lingerie and a backless red top which was a bit too tight for me. It showed off my boobs. He had come with his rickshaw to pick me at my place. I got in and we quietly reached his house at 11. He lived alone, in a slum area. His house smelled off alcohol and filth. He told me to wait while he’d go and buy cigarettes. He came back soon, with a friend named Afzal. The minute i saw afzal, i knew i’d be having the time of my life with him more than with Vinod. Afzal was tall, broad. "After a pause she continued, "There's something about ashes – I don't understand. OH! She ... Oh, my God. Oh, my God." I opened my eyes as though struck; even in the dim light I could see the tracks of tears on Tama's cheek. "She is grateful that you still think of her, but she doesn't want you to grieve any longer. She wants us ... wait ... I'll come back to that." Tama's voice cracked, as though she was on the verge of crying.She let another minute go by before continuing. I watched her.