Good morning sleepy head," she teased, "Thought you might sleep the day away." I looked at the clock which read 7:22, and gave her a grunt. "I was sit...ting outside on the patio having coffee and getting my feather straight," she said. She had changed out of her black nightie, and was wearing the white nylon robe from the day before, but had a pair of black heels on. I could see she wasn't wearing a bra, and as she turned to refill her coffee mug, the morning sun shining on her nylon robe showed. An accident just outside of Grahamstown slowed the traffic to a standstill. That was all traffic except the taxis, which seemed to believe that the road also encompassed the nearby farms and that the small spaces between the cars were suitable for a Grand Prix.It was hot, and tempers even hotter, but eventually the accident scene was passed. A beer truck had jack-knifed and spilled a few thousand litres of Castle lager onto the pavement, along with masses of broken glass. I was worried if I. It's just ... oh, never mind. I'm just being silly."He scrunched up his forehead as he looked at me. "Are you all right?" Yeah. I'll be fine. Do you need anything from me?" No, we're fine. This is Rudolfo. He just got out of the navy and I'm teaching him the construction business."Rudolfo held out his hand and I gave him mine. Instead of shaking it, he bowed and brushed his lips across the back of it. I wasn't really paying attention and he surprised the hell out of me. I yanked my hand away. She tried to calm herself and then very carefully peeked inside the room. She wanted to know what exactly Karan threw with such vigor. She looked at a red lacy object lying on the floor near the window. It was a fancy backless bra, must be 34b. Maneesha thought.Sensing what it meant, she once again dared to look up at the bed. Monica’s arms were now hanging lifelessly. Karan’s hands had gone upwards from her belly to her breasts. Monica’s 34b boobs were now facing Maneesha. Karan rubbed them.