Chachi ne nasheelee awaz mein kaha ‘Vicky tum bhee chooso plz’. Meine kaha is traf karwat lo Anju to dhoodh choosoon. WO boli ‘doodh nahin pagle..., neeche chooso’. Chachi ko choot lune shabd bolte abhhe bhee sharam aatee thee. Mein ek haath se chachi ke choonchee sahlate sahlte apna munh unkee choot ke le gaya aur jeev se ek halkee see chatai. Kya isse chosson Chachi? ‘Haan plz ‘ chahci boli. Meien kaha isse kya kahte hein? Chachi boli ‘Plz mat kahalwao mere Vicky.’ Meine kaha ‘Plz ek baar kah. Panties that I was very familiar with. Childhood memories floodedmy consciousness. I don't remember exactly how old I was. I was young. Myfather had already died. But I remember going into my mother's bedroom onetime when she was out, and Rhonda was babysitting for me. I went into herlaundry hamper and found the lightweight garments. They felt nothing likemy cotton jockey shorts. I don't know what made me do it the first time,but I put them on, and the sensual overload was incredible. . I was thankful we had air conditioning and didn’t need to open a window to the incessant mosquitoes—jokingly called Minnesota’s State Bird. I’d landed a role in Plaza Suite in the summer stock Theatre l’Homme Dieu. I felt very thankful that I’d been asked back for a second season at The Guthrie in the fall.“Do you? I think that would be so lovely. I was looking in the Sears catalog and there is a summer special on Ians. Would you like a son named Ian?” We kissed and I slid inside my lover and. He continued to stare with that same enigmatic smirk for so long that she became self conscious and almost dropped her hand. And then he took an assertive step forward and grasped her hand firmly in his. "Hi," he said. "I'm Mr. Smith." Somethng about the way introduced himself as Mr. Smith instead of less formally with his first name, combined with his firm grip on her hand which he showed no sign of relinquishing, gave her a feeling . . . like he was trying to establish some kind of dominance.