That evening around 11:00 pm found Mike in his room where he donned a pair of silk boxers as he waited and hoped for another show. He was not disappoi...nted.This time the blonde was wearing a black short nightie. She commenced to dance again and the swaying of her hips caused the skirt portion of her nightgown to rise and fall. The movement offered peeks at the tiny black lace and silk panties she had on underneath and Mike grew hard again as he watched. He had been so occupied with getting into. He could easily picture how they all looked. But wanting to confirm that they were all naked, he asked, "So that's it? No monsters? No other people around? Or clothes?" No way! None of that yucky stuff. What kind of lame-o dream is that? Monsters?!"He laughed, especially because she was serious, even about clothes being as "yucky" as monsters. "Hey, we can't always choose what kind of dreams we have." Yeah, but sleeping in your arms, how could I possibly worry about monsters? Mmmm. It really. He leaned forward to kiss my cheek as he finished the song and whispered, "Meet me outside the backstage door after the show."My heart literally leapt inside my chest.The other band mates came back out and they started singing an up tempo song.After the show I hurried over to the backstage door and Nick came walking out with the other band mates. They nodded politely towards me and then walked away leaving Nick and me alone together."So what's your name?" he asked."Anna," I replied, smiling. I refused. We two walked into the departure-lounge and made ourselves comfortable. Uncle prepared himself a cup of coffee while I took juice. While sipping coffee, he shared a few nice jokes with me. We kept enjoying this stay in the departure lounge of business-class.Uncle Nath was our family-friend. My late Mom used to call him a brother, 'Bhai'. His wife reciprocates. They are a very happy couple. He is tall, must be six feet plus, with dark hair and eyes as most of the Indians have. He is.