Dark curly hair, bright redlipstick, and a killer smile. She was gorgeous, in a somebody's-mom kindof way.Just then the host appeared behind her. B...ad. One of the national VP's.A honcho. A nice enough man, in terms of work. I didn't report to him,but we did work together on things from time to time, and we occasionallypassed in the lunchroom when he was in town. He was just under six feettall, and in not bad shape. A definite Dad body. Bald except for a ringof black hair between his. I didn’t want to stare, and I didn’t have the nerve to approach her, so I kinda wandered off, peeking at her now and then. Near the ticket counter, I found a giant map of the U.S. on the wall. I loved maps. It had little red dots showing where all the Greyhound bus stations were. I was trying to count them when a commotion started behind me. "God dammit! You trying to rob me?" A big old guy hollered at the clerk behind the counter. He was wearing one of those wife-beater T-shirts; it was. I felt a little uncomfortable at first with Sandy in her robe, but she soon put me right at ease.I could tell as we sat there watching the TV and eating that something was really bothering Sandy. I finally decided that I cared enough about my friend Sandy to be brave and simply ask her what was wrong and if there was anything I could do to help her. When I did pop that question, it was like a dam had broken in Sandy's spirit and out gushed several years of pent-up frustrations, loneliness and. She start sweeping as usual but she was dull and i ask her why are u so dull Eswari she said i have plenty of problem that i want to go to jail and see my husband.Then i ask her what is ur star she said i dont no.Then i ask her to show her hands to see astrology things first she think to not show but slowly she came near to me and show her hands i touch her hand it was very rough but my cock tooooooooooo slowly i move my finger in her palm and watch her navel but it hide behind her saree.the.