She was slim and dressed in black loose trousers and a tight top that wouldn’t hinder movement. Her trousers were tucked into black hide boots that ...ad been bound with leather thongs tight to her calves. She stood against the wall, leaning nonchalantly, her sword was held down against her leg. The way she stood bespoke relaxation, but Hei could see the way she had cleverly concealed her arm holding a knife behind her back, and the way she was ready to lift her sword at a second’s notice. Her. She brought me a glass of water to hold me while I waited. Around 3:40 Monica walked in, looked around until she spotted me and came to the booth. I stood until she was seated before reclaiming my place. The waitress came to take our orders and we made small talk until our coffee was served.I started by asking, "What was it I said or did that so disturbed you?" You implied that I do not enjoy my life," she answered."Well, do you, Monica?" I retorted. "Do you enjoy your life as you think you. Mera land to garm hona lga. Unho na mera pass aaka kaha jo todi dear paehla ki vo fir say karo plz… To mana jaldi say mera dono haatha unka boobs pay rekha… Aur dabana laga… Vo sesakna laga.. Huuuuuuuuu. Jor say. Plz. Huuuuuuiiiiii maaa. Mujes say reha nahi gaya mana unki hoto ko apna hota say jod diya aur jor say kiss karna laga teacher na muje apni baaho ma kas ka padkdliya mara land khad ho chuka tah jo teacher ko ahesa ho na laga. Fir teacher na muje nanga kar diya aur mera land ko chusna. On a few ocassions I had a caught a glimpse up her skirt at her panties as she sat on the couch. I loved when she took her shoes off, i would be mesmerized by her feet in nylon (I think thats where my fetish for women's feet in nylon began).One Friday night in particular, I had been at a friends house and returned home around 3am. It was a warm summers night. I switched the living room light on and saw that Joan was asleep on the couch, under a blanket.Normally I would have turned the light.