When I asked her why she was coming back so late, Anita just giggled, saying the bar had been busier lately, because some people did not want to leave...right at closing time.I decided to check out her story. The next night, I drove over to the place and pulled at the parking lot behind the pub. I noticed Ana’s car also parked near.I was parked in a very dark and I knew she would not see me there.By 1:00 A.M. all the cars were gone, except for hers and one more. Half an hour later, Anita came. "The instructions and rules for plebes are in here." Then, after a moment, she scanned through the instructions for making up a bunk. "We should be able to do this," she said, turning the screen so Selina could see. "We'll start with yours first, if you wish, then mine. The instructions say that a coin should bounce if the sheet and spread are installed correctly. Notice how they do the corners," she said, pointing to the diagram. "I think this is going to take teamwork until we get the hang of. About five miles out, two in, I encountered a silver SUV stalled out in the right lane of a busy street I was biking through. Naturally I stopped because I am a good person, and I know the detrimental exchange of the bystander effect ( When there are more people around, a single person is less likely to help due to the idea that someone else will help out.) I hoped off my bike, asked what needed to be done, and pushed him 30 mtrs to the side of the road. Asked if I could be of more. I helped her to walk up to the gate. I told her I’ll come along with you to drop in your home and called an auto we both seated.Her face was showing that she was going through a terrible pain. While holding I felt her hands are so smooth and milky. I can get some fresh smell from her body. I was looking at her boobs, which are very much visible to through her jacket, as if I’m looking outside. We reached her apartment and her husband was there at home. He asked what happened and I explained.