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She told me that we will meet outside but no her plan was to invite me at home. I reached home at 5PM and her son was not at home. We chit-chat for sometime and later I start reading her hand, when I touched her hand a electric shock was generated between both of us, but we didn’t proceed further. Here comes the dinner, she ordered dinner late so that I can miss by last metro and I can stay at her home.After dinner, she started showing me her marriage and family picture and it became 2AM in the morning. When she was showing picture we were sitting in single bed and very close, she opened her hair which was touching my leg and me very often. A few times we touched each other but no one taken initiative to take it to next level, we both we shy, she was worried if I tell to her husband and I was worried if she tell to her husband. So nothing much happened during that night also.Now comes the day when we discussed about it. I was travelling to Haridwar due to personal reason so she also. “I buy them from a very fashionable shop in Belair. Believe it or not these cost me a hundred bucks!” she laughed. “You,ve certainly changed, too. Not that you were bad looking, but the service has done you good, muscular and tall you must be overvsix foot now.” “Six feet two inches!” I smiled. “It,s those inches that matter!” She teased me back looking directly in my eyes. “So what,s happened to,you in what has been just over three years?” I told her about serving overseas and my job and a brief resume of the mess in Vietnam. “You must let me see a picture of you in uniform Joe?” She asked. “Come back to the house and I’ll put it on for you?” I invited. “I,m sure Mom would be delighted to see you again.” “Oh I already saw your Mom as I came back mainly because Dad isn,t too well. I,ll be in the area for a few more weeks yet!” So she accompanied me to the house and chatted with Mom over another coffee while I put my dress uniform on. “WOW You look great in that. Let me just get my.
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“It’ll just be five minutes—not even washing my hair.” “No problem,” I said. And in an instant, I was alone in her living room, wondering what was going on. And it smelled absolutely fantastic in there. I peaked at the kitchen and saw that the oven was on, and there were a couple of plates with cupcakes and muffins on them. This woman really did love to bake. While she was showering she sang to her heart’s content. I had the bookshelf half assembled when I heard her unmuted voice from the hall. “You don’t have to bother with that thing if it’s a pain in the ass.” I looked at her, and a shot of adrenaline went through me. She was wearing that same silk robe—tied quite loosely around her waist this time. “You ready for me to surprise you with your birthday cake?” “Is that what smells so good in here?” I sat on the couch while she brought the whole cake around to the coffee table, along with whip cream and a jar of cherries. It was a beautifully crafted chocolate cake with a huge layer.

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