Heather was getting up too, but she was right on the aisle so she was already out the door while I was still excusing myself.She was cute, way cute an...d at first she hadn't been into me drinking her pee at all, but now she was. Or maybe she was just into the cleaning part of it, more than anything else. Heather was smaller than me, with handful breasts and narrow boyish hips and a nice pert little ass. Kind of curly brown hair too, like kinky but long and mostly tied back in a ponytail. Heather. When I got there, I found another note resting on my breakfast table. When I opened it, it read "I hope you are ready to dress to impress! But before you can wear the clothes I've left there", (I looked over at one of the chairs and saw a garment bag, a shoebox, and a cosmetic bag filled with my makeup and some of my favorite jewelry. I was supposed to save it for later though, so I didn't open anything.) "You must make sure your pussy is free of hair.So he wanted me to shave. I knew that he. This was going for some days and whenever I ask him that question, he would slap me or else shut my mouth.One fine evening I got a call from an unknown person and he said, “Your husband met with an accident”.I was shocked and quickly went to the hospital. He was okay but to our bad luck, our rickshaw was damaged severely.After some days, my hubby got a call from the money lender. He then explained the whole situation to me. I was so tensed because we had to pay EMI for the recently bought. I was stunned. It wasn't a 'he'. It was a 'she'. And it wasn't just any 'she'. It was a young wife from down the street. And it wasn't just any wife. It was Angela. Her name was apt; because she was an angel. She was in her mid to late twenties and she was stunning. She had long blonde hair and she was very cute in an innocent kind of girl next door way. Which seemed appropriate, because, she was the girl next door; or a least three doors down. And that wasn't all. While I.