LOTHARIO (Part 2, page 1 of 11)


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Part 2

CHAPTER NO: TWO

Crabbed age and youth cannot live together; Youth is full of pleasure; age is full of care; Youth like summer morn, age like winter weather; Youth like summer brave, age like winter bare. Youth is full sport, age is weak and cold; Youth is wild, age s tame. Age, I do abhor thee; Youth I do adore thee.

William Shakespeare

It’s an A.C. Bedroom.

Shyamala blanketed completely from her head to toe for she felt very chill and couldn’t bear the chillness of the room temperature. Her parents, Gunasekar and Latha were lying next to her. Latha, in a soft tone called her and said:” If you feel any uncomfortable, wake me up. Good night.”

Shyamala understood what her mother, Latha implied. She replied:” No problem, mummy, I changed it. Good Night, Dad, Good Night, Mummy.” Shyamala kissed her father and mother.

She used to sleep in the bed room on the first floor during ‘Menstrual period’ but it was not bathroom- attached for which she‘d to open the gate and come to the open terrace to go to the bathroom at the corner of the terrace. But it was a Non- A.C. room.

Baskar and his parents were allotted that room where she had just slept before the advent of Baskar. But there was a ceiling fan in the centre of the bed room.

Baskar was accustomed to sleep in the A.C. Room; so he could not sleep comfortably whereas his parents began to sleep since they’re very tired.

He closed his eyes but like a ghost haunting at a particular place, the ghost of the ineffable scene, her sexy-semi- pose he caught sight of, instilled in his mind as an engramma and was eye-minded.(person particularly enjoy seeing things and retain visual memories for longer than any other)”What a raunchy pose!” it sweetened his memory and chuckled by closing his eyes. “Cavalier (incautious) about her dress, she rolled up her long night gown up to the verge of her hooters, as it’s a private place and an odd hour, she hadn’t expected the advent of a new comer to that place. Aha! What a serendipitous one! (an unsought, unintended, unexpected but fortunate to learn experience that happens by accident) Had she squatted, I wouldn’t have eyed at her crotch, a seemly hardwood Floors (shaved genitalia) but it’s a goof (an embarrassing mistake) since she was free at that odd hour. Oh, what a charming pose! She must be a sylph and svelte, less than twenty five years of age. Of course, a nubile age! Will she be approximately one hundred ad sixty five centimetres height?

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