"Oh and don't forget your ticket." I looked down as he slipped a paper ticket in my hand, the kind you'd get at the DMV or a supermarket Deli. With ti...cket in hand I followed the dimly lit hallway to a door with several other guys waiting. Next to the door was a digital sign that read "Now serving.." with a Green digit L.E.D counter. A bell rang out and the number changed "Now Serving 37." I looked at my ticket and that was my number. "That's weird, shouldn't they go in order." "There is no. She got my hint and smiled. She came to me, still naked and kissed me deeply and caressed by the bulge.Mimi: “Today they are going to rip me apart I guess. Don’t take offense in my behavior. I am also going to enjoy myself like a slut.”Me: “Don’t worry. That is what I want and that is what all of us want.”Just then Arun came and said, “Dada ota amar bou. Apni kachhe aste parben na.” (Dada, that is my wife. You can’t get so close to her.)I smiled and moved back taking my hands of the. She sat next to me watching. After a restart it was sluggish and erratic. I adjusted some memory permissions with a few easy keystrokes and while waiting for the second restart, asked her age.With a solar smile she tucked her legs beneath her and said cheerfully, “I’ll be s*******n next March!” I don’t know if I actually let out a groan but she read my disappointment either way. “But I am VERY mature for my age.”That she was very mature was something of an understatement. I wondered if perhaps. We had a neighbour in next building. Their family was of 3 people Mr. Patil, his wife and their son – Jayesh (20 years old then). Jayesh was studying his engineering in a college near Nashik staying there in hostel.My father was working in a small firm with less salary (not enough to fulfil my extraordinary needs) and mother was an Insurance agent. My mother used to keep me with Jayesh at his house since he had come for a vacation. Jayesh’s parents were also working. So I and Jayesh used to be.