99 1 Front door window = $212.00 1 ‘You’re just like your mother’ = devastated and frightened ... 1 Man of my dreams = priceless……..Three months later and Molly is sitting with her girls in the Bar and Grill. She is hearing each one dissing (showing lack of respect to) their husbands and boyfriends. The girls are bitching about this and that. Molly has this smile of super contentment and ecstasy on her face and after thirty minutes. “if you want to have a row, would you mind waiting until I leave? Or perhaps we could have a reasonable discussion about this.”Rosina ran out of the kitchen and Miss Constance burst into tears. I put an arm around her and she leant into me, but after a few seconds she recovered.“Oh bother, my cakes will be burning.”A moment later the buzzer on the oven sounded, and things returned to normal. Almost.She poured coffee and offered some fresh cakes accompanied by a general chat which showed that. One such day, there were some noises of people talking from the neighbourhood. To my surprise, it was my new neighbours who came to inspect the quarter allocated to them.They were a muslim family comprising of an uncle, aunty and their daughter with one kid. My lusty eyes fell on their muslim daughter Anjum (I came to know her name later) who was so beautiful with perfect body shape. I can still remember she wore a maroon Punjabi dress which made her look even fair and hot by exposing her. Not muscular, very thin but can satisfy.Coming to the story my neighbor got married in the month of January. Her name is Vidya. If you asked me to describe in one word then she’s a babe. She is presently 25 years with no kids. Her complexion is fair and she has a pataka look. She’s chubbiest and that turns me on. We used to talk a lot before she got married but then it got reduced. During weekends or any other holidays i used to run to bathroom. Whenever she used to wash clothes i used to peep.