“Oh, gosh, sorry. It’s a habit I picked up in Italy.”“Totally fine, just wasn’t expecting it,” I said as we sat down. “Oh, did you want ...o order something?” I asked, standing back up.“Sure!” She stood up and went with me to the counter. As she perused the menu, I ordered a caramel mocaccino for myself. “You know what? I’ll have one too. Wanna split one of these giant muffins with me?” she asked, pointing to a chocolate chip muffin the size of my head. “Uhhh, absolutely!” I said, pulling out my. Just wanted to suck them. Immediately I asked her whats her bra size. She ended chat and left online. I thought its end of my game. But two days later she sent “36”. I know its her bra size but texted as if I don’t know and asked whats that?? For that she didn’t reply anything again. I asked her to meet . she said no to that. I asked repeatedly but she was not interested to meet.One fine day I got msg saying “come to my home tomorrow”. I thought it’s a green signal. But it was not. I went her. I hadn’t done anything about it at the time because, well, maybe he needed the food more than I did. Then when the brooch went missing I’d seen the reflection of him hiding something in his bag in the classroom window. I wasn’t comfortable with the way first Tara and now Liz were making me out to be this devious, scary person – I was just me. Ricky shouldn’t have taken Kathryn’s brooch. I couldn’t ignore that.“If that’s what you’re really like,” said Melissa, “I’m surprised you put up with. “But I’ve been bad, Sweetie. I’ve been so bad.” Another pause, I picture him in his apartment. Muscled, naked and hard, his cock in his heavy hand, the phone held up by a shoulder. He’s sitting in his big, leather chair. It’s from where he always calls her. On late summer afternoons, he used to sit in it while I blew him before going out. He was my sex king, ruling over all that I did. “How were you bad?” He’s a little desperate.“I can’t tell you”“Oh, c’mon” he forces a laugh “I like it when.