she was new in Mumbai.-> she was scared, but I figured out she was bold and fun loving.-> she was married but no sign of her husband.Trusting my judgment, I replied “Lagta hai ajj ka quota khatam hone ko aaya hai. Kal phirse aana padega. App chale jaoo ab gharpe. Train mai rush chalu ho jayega. App kaha rehete ho.”She replied, “Nalasopara mai, bohut dur hai yaha se.”Slowly she started to tell me all about her journey to the city from chondi. You can take me out for a date!! I would love it!!I was elated ..but I hid my excitement..i was sensing something special is round the corner. And it’s obvious. A lonely milf, hubby away for months together, no family to fall back on.. and I was not complaining all this. As days passed by we kind of started behaving like BF-GF.. Holding each other’s hand when we go out. Going out for late night drives!! One afternoon, I texted her from office..it was Friday and the weekend was beckoning upon. When they wobbled out, clearly drunk, I was worried about something and called in for some backup from the local police. I don't know what it was — just that the hairs on the back of my neck were tingling. I'd learned in working undercover to trust that.We started moving in for the arrest and suddenly half-a-dozen guys came streaming out of the bar and we were in the middle of a melee. I could already hear the sirens coming but before it was broken up I'd caught a tire iron on the knee. Damn,.Read More
