" "You weren't joking before, were you? About why you came back to the store." Crap. Busted! Now, I could try a song and dance and try to worm my way ...of telling the truth, but then how would I explain agreeing to give her a ride home or come inside her apartment? Shit. Deep breath. "Nope." I paused. "You looked really attractive tonight and my hormones kicked in sitting at home alone, so I went back. My Christmas fantasy, I guess." Hell, looking straight across at her waist and seeing how her. Phone rakha jaa chuka tha aur ek galti thi usmein is baat pe sasur ka para garam tha pati ke upar usko zor se daant ne lage toh mein ghabra ke dekhne lagi. Mujhe kaha tu apna kaam karti rah aur pyar se rajesh ko uski galti aur uska nuksan samjha ke wahan baith ke thik karne kaha aur phone ka intzar karne kaha wahan baith ke hi. Mujhe bahut hi azib laga ki sasur apne hi beta ke saamne uski biwi ko nanga karke apni gaud mein le rakha hai. Itne mein sasur ko latrine ka pressure hua aur wo gaya toh. At first, he was merely kissing that smile. Firm, nervous. Soon, however, those perfect lips softened. Then parted slightly. Slowly, furtively his tongue tasted the inside of her lip. His gentle probe meeting no resistance, he pressed further. As he did, her lips parted more fully and their tongues met. Both sighing as their bodies melted together, they began kissing in earnest. Tongues swirling around one another, seeking, exploring. She raised her arms to rest on his shoulders and began. Concerned I decided to give Gwen Wilson, Mort's sister, a ring to see what had happened. For some reason, the wording of what little information there was, disquieted me.I dug out her number from the files, and rang her up."Hello" she answered.At first I wasn't sure I had the right number. Gwen was usually a very bright and cheerful person, This voice sounded very depressed, so out of character I didn't recognise it."Hello, I'm trying to reach Gwen Wilson." Speaking," she replied."Ah, hello,.