Sameer took every possible opportunity to rub up against her innocently. She wanted things to go a little farther, but she mostly kept those thoughts ...to herself, because she was a married, demure woman.Sameer always commented on her manner but she knew that when he says manner, he actually meant beauty, and she knew that he liked her with all his heart and he always has a nice smile for her. Every time she had seen him he had looked at her like he was dying to take her to bed. Sameena was. My search for cascading long hair was on. Now the story begins.There is a housewife residing in the second floor of a building just after two houses from my house. Her name is Gayatri, about 5ft 1 or 2 inch, medium complexion, age about 35 years with voluptuous figure. She used to keep her hair in a tight big bun lightly oiled. Never saw her in open hair or braid, I always kept on guessing ‘how long could be her hair?’. Her husband was about 45 years but looks like more than 50. A thin and. I was shocked to see mom and aunty in such a position.I quickly took their picture and ran outside to ring the bell. After hearing the bell, both broke their kiss and headed towards the door. I could see both coming out, adjusting their sarees. I behaved as if I had not seen anything.In the night, everything was running in my mind. I even checked mom’s WhatsApp. She used to chat dirty with aunty. But for the first time, I had seen Kavita aunty’s cleavage, and her figure was running in my. Her heart was in bits, but she had moped for long enough, and as Hannah said, it was a risk she had factored in before leaving. The grieving process was well and truly over, and she was ready to face the world again as a single woman in a very coupley hotel. She checked the hotel guide and saw that the bar was a separate entity from the restaurant, which would be full of happy couples. ‘Just avoid them, and get drunk,’ she decided. With a fresh slick of lipgloss, she left the room, and slipped.