“What can I do for you?” There were a few moments of silence then came the reply. “I wonder if you could give me a lift. The buses are on strike...and I can’t get a taxi; I have rung all those on my list. I have to get an update for my medication”. He remembered reading a report about the possibility of a bus strike, this he hadn’t taken any notice of for it was decades since he had used a bus. “Are you at the same address?” he asked. “It has been eight months since our last get together and you. One day she came to me and asked weatheram I comfortable living with her so our expenses will reduse a lot as we arepaying alot for the rooms in campus I said ok and the next month both of usmoved to an apartment which has two bedroom. She is very open type she says everythingto my face, the day we moved to the house she came to me and said she will beliving as she want and she need freedom, I didn’t undestand what she is tryingto say but still I said ok then she took her stuff and went to the. I rolled her around and I was on top of her.I slowly started to kiss her cheeks and neck and lick it. After licking her neck I moved to her ears and kissed on her ears and lightly bit it. She was giving light moans and clearly, she was enjoying every bit of it. I started to remove her gown and slowly kissed her one breast.I started to press another breast. I was sucking her nipples hard now and making circles around her nipples. Now I started to suck her both nipples one by one. She held my. She pulled a leopard-kin top overher head. She stepped into a black skirt -- far shorter than what shenormally wore."Tramp," she whispered.She tugged up a pair of fishnet stockings onto her legs. It was acliche, she thought, but hell, life was a cliche. She stepped into apair of black stilettos, again, much higher than she normally wore. Shelooked at herself in the mirror. Damn, she thought. She looked good inthe heels.She turned sideways in the mirror. She had come a long way from ascrawny.