Lauralee looked down and checked out her own physical qualifications: she had always thought she was a bit too long and lean, but admitted there was a...certain grace about her willowy frame, that her legs were beguilingly long and supple.Variety seemed to attract men, she thought, and there was plenty of it in this room now. Little Bettina was so tiny and childlike, a superbly modelled young girl constructed like a miniature Venus. One tall and sleek, one warm luxuriantly fleshed, and a girl who. Parth’s face turned suspicious. “Are you going to rob me, lady?”“Hahaha! No.”Parth walked inside the house. “I’m going to offer you a job?”Parth’s eyes widened, “Are you any Bollywood Scout?”“Nah,” Savita said handing over her flyer for the tiffin service. “Delivering for my tiffin service.”Reading the flyer, he said, “Like Dabbawalla? But I mint with my present gig.”Savita face turned worrisome. Parth looked blankly at her and started to giggle. “I am Kidding. Who makes good money as a. Sure, I had hung out with guys occasionally during high school… but I wouldn’t consider awkwardly making out with a guy at a party while he pawed at my chest a date.Rolling over towards my nightstand, I glanced at my phone. 2:15 AM. Sighing, I tried burrowing further into my blankets. Squeezing my eyes shut, I tried to will for sleep to appear. But all I saw behind my closed lids was that warm smile; those intelligent eyes filled with mischief.Fuck it was going to be a long night…*I finally. I could force her legs apart and yank her underwear away from her body...My aunt drained the glass, threw me a look, and then leaned over to place the empty goblet onto the table."Tell me," she said, head canted to one side. "How do you feel, Carl? What is it about me that ... you know ... what is it that makes you feel the way you do?"Where could I begin?My cheeks burned, and for want of a diversion I popped the tab on the beer, swigging a third before wiping the back of my hand across my.