He calls me bhabhi and he got friendly to me. he used to come home for helping me in bringing me provisions etc., and as i dont know how to ride a bik... he used to take me out for shopping etc when ever my husband is busy or so. i went with him on bike many times and i was sitting close to him on the bike, thought i have not caught him or so and nothing wrong was between us( i did not knew his thoughts). Once, it happened that my husband has to leave the town for 2 days and as i was all alone,. “Would you like a drink?” “A water would be nice.” “I’ll be back in a mo.” I re-tied my robes while I went into the kitchen to pick up a bottle of water and two glasses, and I took my time to even my breathing and wait out my post-orgasmic trembling. She had, meanwhile, sat down on the table and started filling in a form. I set the glass down next to her and poured the water before taking a seat myself. “Thanks.” She took a big gulped and let out a sigh. “Wow.” “You’re writing an awful lot into. Also, the danger of all those chemicals had me a bit skittish. My lab partner was another girl that lived in the same dorm as me. During the early part of the semester, we struggled and didn't seem to get much help from the assistants. We would get stuck, ask Jim for some help and eventually he would come and give us some techincal explanation that was over our heads and move on. I lamented this with my girlfriend Michelle and said that you need to "advertise". I was a bit clueless about what. As for the rest, you're probably right — they're serious, and this level of surveillance is expensive to maintain — so whatever they are going to do, they will likely do it soon. Are you sure you don't want me to have someone keep an eye on you?" No, with four of them watching me, it would be pretty easy for them to spot someone else following me." I was thinking of something more personal. You're an attractive young man of means in a city of players. I was thinking of having you hit it off.