I apologize for that. Be tolerant because all those wanderings weave the story together. I hope you enjoy this very off the wall and whimsical tale. *...**** Mirror. Mirror. On the Wall The idea for this tale started a few weeks after we had a garage sale. Over the years we’ve had them before but this one was a major one. We had thought things over and decided that instead of our kids having to get rid of all our neat stuff when we passed on we decided this was the time in our lives for us to have. He was plain as a hedge fence and rather stupid but had inherited a considerable fortune from his grandfather, along with a large property adjoining theirs.Charlotte wasn’t interested in Cedric and with all the work she had to do in the stables she didn’t even have time to talk to him when he visited. It was her increasing work load that eventually brought Jeremy Lowe to the estate.She had been badgering her father about getting some help and so eventually he gave in and put an advertisement in. ..Soon after, Mrs. Brown showed up to wait on the bus. She is maybe a few years my senior, early 60’s was my best estimate, though no one really knows as she lives a recluse life usually. Unusual to see her at the bus stop at all, let alone out of her house. She’s an attractive lady, well dressed, even on such a hot day. Her knee length skirt covered a shapely pair of legs and ended at a nicely shaped arse. Up top she wore a light summer buttoned blouse. You could see the black lacy bra. Now she’s lying on my bed next to me and I have these evil thoughts about how to fuck her…. I must be mad!!With these thoughts, I drifted off to sleep again. It was still raining hard…..I suddenly woke up again (I later saw the time and calculated that I was woken for the 2nd time at about 2-30 pm). The reason for waking up was 2-fold; first, the clapping of thunder and the second reason was that Bhumi was holding me around the chest with her head just below my chin and her right leg was.