29-12-2020, 11:36 AM
Before proceeding further a few words about my three assistants.
Mrs. Meera, 40, was short, not taller than 5' 3", slightly plump with big boobs. She had a pleasant smile and a motherly look. She was married and was the mother of two boys of 15 and 13. Her husband was ten years older than her and worked as a foreman in a local textile factory.
Mrs. Neha was around 36. She was taller and slimmer than Mrs. Meera. Her tits were about the same size as those of Mrs. Meera but as she was slimmer they gave the impression of being larger. She was also married and had two kids, a boy of 12 and a 10-year-old girl. Her husband remained at home and looked after the kids, as he did not keep good health.
Mrs. Abida was the youngest and the prettiest of them. She was in her late twenties, 5'6" tall, slim with beautifully shaped boobs just the right size for her slim figure. She was also married but her husband had recently gone to the Middle East to work. She had no children.
Being new in town I had no friends and I could also not afford to go out very often. Therefore I plunged headlong into my work. The ladies were very cooperative and friendly. Soon we were on first name basis. As I did not have cooking facility in my room I usually bought my lunch from the street vendors and ate cold sandwiches for dinner. One afternoon at lunchtime Meera said, 'Randhir you must be sick of eating the unhygienic rubbish the street vendors sell. You should stop it. You could get sick. Today I have brought lunch for you. Would you like to taste it? I cooked it myself'.
'Sure Meera it will be a pleasure' I replied.
After a hearty lunch I said, 'Meera thank you very much for the lunch. You are a very good cook. After many months I have tasted such good food'.
'Thank you. From today I will bring lunch for you every day' Meera said.
'Thank a lot but I don't want to put you to any inconvenience' I replied.
'Inconvenience? No it will be a pleasure' Meera said. Abida and Neha were not far behind. They also started to bring food for me. After that day we all ate lunch together. With their cooperation and hard work I was able to complete my assignment in five months only.
'Well done Randhir' MD said, 'go to Mr. Swami he has a special envelope for you'.
The envelope contained more than I had expected. Not only was I given higher than the promised raise, I was also promoted to the post of Senior Accountant.
My first thought was to write home and convey the good news to my family and the second to look for another place to stay. I smiled to myself as I wrote the letter. I could visualize my father's reaction. With my letter in his hand he would say to my mother in his usual baritone, 'Remember Saraswati, I always told you that if this son of mine decides to work hard then he can do wonders'.
This was my father's old habit. Whenever he was happy with one of his children he or she became his child otherwise the child was my mother's. I felt very proud when ten days later I received a telegram from my father reading "Well done my son. We are proud of you. Keep it up". From the very next day of getting my raise, I started to hunt for new accommodation.
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Mrs. Meera, 40, was short, not taller than 5' 3", slightly plump with big boobs. She had a pleasant smile and a motherly look. She was married and was the mother of two boys of 15 and 13. Her husband was ten years older than her and worked as a foreman in a local textile factory.
Mrs. Neha was around 36. She was taller and slimmer than Mrs. Meera. Her tits were about the same size as those of Mrs. Meera but as she was slimmer they gave the impression of being larger. She was also married and had two kids, a boy of 12 and a 10-year-old girl. Her husband remained at home and looked after the kids, as he did not keep good health.
Mrs. Abida was the youngest and the prettiest of them. She was in her late twenties, 5'6" tall, slim with beautifully shaped boobs just the right size for her slim figure. She was also married but her husband had recently gone to the Middle East to work. She had no children.
Being new in town I had no friends and I could also not afford to go out very often. Therefore I plunged headlong into my work. The ladies were very cooperative and friendly. Soon we were on first name basis. As I did not have cooking facility in my room I usually bought my lunch from the street vendors and ate cold sandwiches for dinner. One afternoon at lunchtime Meera said, 'Randhir you must be sick of eating the unhygienic rubbish the street vendors sell. You should stop it. You could get sick. Today I have brought lunch for you. Would you like to taste it? I cooked it myself'.
'Sure Meera it will be a pleasure' I replied.
After a hearty lunch I said, 'Meera thank you very much for the lunch. You are a very good cook. After many months I have tasted such good food'.
'Thank you. From today I will bring lunch for you every day' Meera said.
'Thank a lot but I don't want to put you to any inconvenience' I replied.
'Inconvenience? No it will be a pleasure' Meera said. Abida and Neha were not far behind. They also started to bring food for me. After that day we all ate lunch together. With their cooperation and hard work I was able to complete my assignment in five months only.
'Well done Randhir' MD said, 'go to Mr. Swami he has a special envelope for you'.
The envelope contained more than I had expected. Not only was I given higher than the promised raise, I was also promoted to the post of Senior Accountant.
My first thought was to write home and convey the good news to my family and the second to look for another place to stay. I smiled to myself as I wrote the letter. I could visualize my father's reaction. With my letter in his hand he would say to my mother in his usual baritone, 'Remember Saraswati, I always told you that if this son of mine decides to work hard then he can do wonders'.
This was my father's old habit. Whenever he was happy with one of his children he or she became his child otherwise the child was my mother's. I felt very proud when ten days later I received a telegram from my father reading "Well done my son. We are proud of you. Keep it up". From the very next day of getting my raise, I started to hunt for new accommodation.
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