“Yes. Let’s not dawdle. Time really is money you know.You did well on the first part of the job interviewwhen you went to lunch with those... two studs fromaccounting. Their reports were very positive. Very.” Hesmiled and licked his lips. “Now undress and let me seeyou. How old are you, eighteen?”“Seventeen,” I said as I undid my belt, opened myshort, silky dress and tossed it on the chair, wiggledmy half slip and tiny panties down, stepped free andplaced. I recited the speech I'd rehearsed. I cited all my complaints. I told him I was tired of being the one in charge.In the end, it didn't seem to matter to him. We used the same attorney and divided everything equably. There was no anger, no rancor, and no passion. In fact, I realized that was our main problem. There had been no passion in our life for a long time. It was done in another month. I put the furniture I wanted to keep in storage. I emptied my freshly opened bank accounts. I packed the. She hadn’t even returned home for the ceremony and burial of the caskets that didn’t hold her parents remains, she had just stayed in school and worked even harder striving to be the best she could be and not giving in to the grief she felt.Manoj walked towards her reaching out to embrace her, “Rajeshwari, my little ugly duckling sister has come back a beautiful swan princess,” he teased.”Oh Manoj,” she giggled, hugging him, “I missed you so much and was tempted to give in and come home so many. I shouted … and I woke up ..what a dream .. I was full of sweat . I got up , went to the bathroom and pissed through my erect lund , got some relief , came back to my bed and tried to sleep ..but in vain ! The rest of the night was sleepless !Next morning I was ready with my harmonium at the appointed hour ..and started playing the song . A signal for Didi that I was ready for her . She too was ready and came to my room . She was stunning .. though a mother of three children , her body was.