I was afraid thinking how will she react when she comes to know that it is me.With much difficulty, I managed to start a talk with her and asked her, “Aunty, I want to see you naked”. She replied, “Why not Jay, I am all yours”.I was shocked to hear her saying my name. How did she know that it was me?I suddenly got up and turned on the lights. I saw she was in a red saree and blouse. Due to the sudden light on her eyes, she covered her face with her hands.I asked her, “How did you know that it is me?”. She said, “Your maid has told her everything earlier and I also know about your Lonavla trip”.I was again shocked. Then, while I was thinking, she got up and adjusted her saree back. Then she asked, “What are you thinking? Don’t worry, everything will be a secret”.I was relaxed and took her in my arms and dragged her to the wall. I started kissing her on her lips, then on her neck and then on her cleavage of which two hooks were already opened. The blouse she was wearing was a simple. " He chuckled."No," said Burt."No? What do you mean?" I mean that you must forgive me but I won't be able to see you in theLondon or anywhere else again."Richard sat forward. "Surely you don't mean that my dear?" I'm afraid I do. I'm sorry. You don't know... how sorry I am." But Ann... I thought... Forgive me but I thought we shared a most specialconnection."A tear formed at the edge of each of Burt's eyes. "I did too. But... I mustgo. There is nothing else for it."Burt got up to leave but Richard grasped her wrist. "My dear... I mustknow... Is there someone else?" Oh Richard," replied Burt, her voice cracking with emotion, "DearestRichard. If only it were so simple."5Ann and Mavis sat sullenly and silently on the train on the way back toGriply, Ann still nursing his aching nose and dabbing at the blood thatperiodically dribbled into his moustache with a soiled handkerchief he'dfound under one of the seats.Ann felt humiliated in so many ways. Not by sitting in third class. He'dgot.
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