She had slipped a brown envelope into the inside pocket of my jacket, I had noticed, immediately before we embraced on the platform.I had already been... paid well enough for my detective work and neither expected nor needed a bonus, but it would have been churlish to raise any argument at our emotional time of parting.If it was in the form of a cheque or banker’s draft I could always tear it up or ignore it. I really wanted for nothing that money would buy.I didn’t even feel like going back to. Her clothing were of the sort that tended to flatten out a prim lady's curves, yet even under that exterior it was not difficult to make out the lovely shape of her ass and the hint of the globes on her chest. What I particularly liked about her was that she always wore high heels, normally black opera pumps.But her slender, tapered pianist's fingers, moving as cleverly as they did across the keyboard over which she was mistress, were what was most seductive about her, and when we first shook. " I struggled to look behind myself. "Although, I'd been told it was rather slender."He laughed slightly. "I wouldn't know. I was speaking figuratively only. Not on your figure!" He added before I could suggest it. He sighed. "I'm sorry I blew up like that. It's just, everybody's all wigged out about me going. I just wish everyone would say 'see you when you get back' and not act like this is forever."I shrugged. "No one wants to see you go. I don't. I was rather hoping you would be at my first. Aisa nahi karne se chatti mein dard hota tha. Ek din chotte wala batcha bimar tha aur dudh bhi kam pi raha tha, aur tinku ko viral ho rakha tha. Mein chupke se dekha bhabhi ka dudh bhai sab pi rahe the, aur unko outstation bhi jaana tha, mera naam le ke bole vicky ko pila dena, chotta dewar hi toh hai, bete ke saman hi toh hai, bhabhi ne poocha kisi ko bataya toh? Aur baat adhuri hi rah gayee.Dupahar ko bhabhi leti hui tv dekh rahi thi uski nabhi dikh rahi thi, aur pass mein leta tinku uski.