I knocked the door, she open the door and I was surprised that she has arranged a candle light dinner for me.I understood that she is not angry on me,... she was looking beautiful, she was wearing white saree and white blouse with deep neck and open from back side her perfume was smelling awesome as she opened the door she greeted me inside to cut the cake as I cut the cake she pushed my face in cake and my face was full of cake. Then she turned me around her hold my face and smooch me to eat that. .it is hot. You have a silky knee length skirt, your pantyhose…oh your hose…I love pantyhose he said. Those boots are the killer too….”Now my wife has a pair of black open toe and open heel boots with a low heel that allow a guy to see her hose covered heel and toes. they go just short of her skirt allowing a sight of nylon covered knee. For pantyhose lovers like me…it is heaven….and as my wife found out, as I have told her many times before….most guys. Drinking a pint alone with my full English breakfast at nine in the morning was testament to that. My boss’ words were still vibrant in my mind. “Cheer up, it’s the Balkans,” he sniggered as his shuffling feet dragged his corpulent frame back to his office. Single, no ties, no complications, I always seemed to draw the shortest of the short straws. The work was tough, customers were often unsympathetic but I perversely enjoyed the challenge of it. The attraction of it was the travelling to. He was sorry he wouldn't be alive to help his daughter survive the problems she would soon face. Life was so unfair.Two Weeks After That:It was June the eighth, the last day of school. Brianory Connor laughed as he watched the disturbance in the hallway from a safe distance. Ingrid Swanson had just caught her boyfriend Billy McPherson in a serious lip lock with Lena Schwartz. Ingrid doubled up her fist and threw a hard punch and connected with Billy's right eye. "You come with me!" she yelled.