The fringe rested on my eyebrows and the bob sat on shoulders. I combed out the wig and noticed it had subtle red highlights through it. Lastly I put ...on a navy-blue pin-striped jacket which matched my skirt. It too was tight and clinched at the waist; the sleeves short enough to show some white blouse cuffs and my gold accessories.I looked like a businesswoman or high-class secretary who had the dress sense of a trollop. I would look quite presentable in any boardroom if the skirt wasn't so. She was the old Lacey, there, with nothing forgotten. Two weeks wasn't enough, though. She could only go four games, and she lost all of them, even though the first two were very close.They sat, panting, leaning against the wall, like they had done so many times before."You owe me," she said."What for? I won fair and square." I've never been this humiliated," she sighed."You're still recovering," he said soothingly."You still owe me," she said."OK, what do I owe you?" Two dinners at Santini's. Mere monh se bhi awaz nikalnee shoroo ho gayee aaaaaaaaaa meree jan oooooooooooooeeeeeeeeeeee.Ooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh aaaaaaaaa mery jan chooso aor zoor lagao ab woh aor tezee se lund ko choostee ja rahee thee jese lollee pop choos rahee ho 15 minute choosne k bad me us k monh me hee choth gaya aor mera sara panee woh pee gayee aor kehne lagee tumhara tu panee bhi bara mazedar he meree jaan ab mera lora chota ho gaya aor me us k sath hi late gaya woh mere se kehne lagee tumhara lora tu. I wrapped my hair in a towel and donned my robe before gathering my shower supplies. A scuffle at the door startled me, my shampoo dropping to the floor with a clatter. Had that been a footstep I'd heard? Surely not. My father was still downstairs, my mother in the kitchen, and my brother was watching TV with Dad. Shaking my head, I finished cleaning up and padded down the hall to my room.Closing the door softly behind me, I tossed my shower bag on the bed and slid the robe from my shoulders. I.