Sumathi realized she was standing amongst 10 men in a closed 3×3 feet space. She was holding her bag. Given the state of her saree, she just realized...how vulnerable she was. Her feminine instincts kicked in to move her saree around her pallu and hip area.But her new experiment brain desisted her from taking action. She slowly started immersing herself in the situation she was in. Every eye was ravishing her exposed body. There was a sudden drop in noise level as she stood there, and the men. “I have to admit that your outfits and your writing are sexy as hell. Your friend here, ‘R-4-u’ , is a very lucky guy”. Not sure where he’s going with this, you look uncertainly at him, hoping to keep your job. “Um, I hope so, Sir?” “I think I might be able to let you stay on one condition.” Uncertain whether to be excited or frightened by what you assume is coming, you find the courage to return his piercing gaze. “What is that, Sir?” “Come here”, he beckons from his side of the desk. . I tried licking my lips and tried to swallow but couldn’t. I found the tiniest of moisture under my tongue and tried to work it up to my lips. I drew the pinky white skin jacket back with my mouth only an inch from his helmet with bated anticipation and breathed deep through my nose to grab as much aroma of him as possible. The smell was adorable and I wanted it but I was so scared that if I sucked him the smell would be lost. I took one last pleasurable sniff and dived onto him in one fell. ’ ‘I know that,’ old Morey sounded exasperated. ‘It’s just because old habits are hard to break. I still think you are a mite old for comics.’ I knew Morey too well. ‘Maybe I am and maybe I ain’t. Just what do you all have in mind to replace my comics?’ ‘I just got in some handsome western magazines…’ I brushed off his reply quickly. ‘I ain’t interested in any western magazines, Mr. Morrison, and you know that. So just what is it that you really think I should spend my money on?’ Morey’s eyes.