We’ll walk there?’ Wyatt nodded. ‘Yeah. You can’t see, but I’m nodding.’ Sarah giggled. ‘Ok. I’ll see you tomorrow.’ Wyatt smiled. �...�Yeah. See you tomorrow.’ * * * The next day, at four, there was a knock on the door. Wyatt opened the door to reveal Sarah. She wore a red shirt and shorts, with some brown sandals. Her red hair was tied back in a ponytail. ‘Hey. Ready to go?’ She asked. Wyatt stood there for a moment, smiling. Then he nodded. ‘Yeah. Just let me get some shoes on.’ He grabbed his. I did not agree initially but finally accepted to show it to her. She asked me to send it through what’s app or an email.. Which I declined. I sis not because I was not sure about sharing it on the net as I felt it was not safe. Finally she herself asked me to go to her house.I took all her address details and asked me to come the following Sunday. Her house was in peenya. It was a struggle to find her house honestly and after I found I knocked on her door and she was Hally to receive me after. Chemistry class was the only class we had together. Due to the class size, we had to borrow notes quite frequently. Which meant: “Hey, can I see your notes right quick?”I was a generous person. So, I let her look while I checked her out. That day she was wearing a low-cut top, showing her cleavage generously. I peeked at her lower back. Her lace panties were playing peek-a-boo with my eyes. Meanwhile, my paper was back on my desk.“Thanks,” she said, with a smile. I think she knew I was looking.. I wondered if we would be expected to haggle over the prices like in many middle-eastern countries but Sumala said, no. It seems honesty extended to market traders and the price they asked was always a fair one.Almost as we left the square and started the return journey a woman stopped in front of me. "It's good to see you're able to get about again," she said. The voice and the face were vaguely familiar and then it came to me. She was the kind woman who gave me a drink and the cushion and.