After locating the proper key, he handed theentire mass to her, holding out the single right key. After checkingthe key number, and after taking the m...ster key from her wrist, sheopened Mr. Michael's safe deposit box, which she knew was right belowthat of Mark Johnson. Without any hesitation, she turned the two keysand removed his large box. Turning, Mark saw that the distinguishedgentleman was already in booth four, awaiting her arrival. He barelynoticed her walk over as he undid his overcoat. . so fast.Anyway after about a month or so she again called me to tell that she has landed in a job at her place. I always told her that whenever I visit her city I would come and meet her, but somehow I never got the opportunity. I saw her on Orkut and she was not a very beautiful girl as others describe their mysterious ladies. She was tall, slightly fat and had an average body Built. I talked to her whenever she called me. And everytime she would ask about my family, bhabiji and kids etc.One. Mario and I practically grew up together. His f****y moved to the little town in New Jersey I lived in when I was about 12. They moved to the same apartment building we lived at but one floor above us. We met outside the building the same day he moved in. We hit it off great from the get go. Mario was one year younger than me and we both seemed to like the same things, same cartoons, same board games, the same outside games. We became inseparable and while we had our fights now and then we. She was one of the best teachers that I have ever met. But the only problem was she used to talk to her boyfriend half of the time of class. She used to tell me to study while she used to speak with her boyfriend. Sometimes, I used to listen to her secretly what she was talking about.By that time, I had started scoring good marks in Hindi.One day when it was raining, my sexy Hindi teacher came home for tuition. She was wearing a tight pink top with a white skirt. She was totally wet.My sexy.