We chatted about inanities and the inconsequential while our eyes communicated on a different level; affection, attraction, the shy excitement of budd...ng illicit intimacy, promises of more, desires. It made Sasha painfully attractive to me. Through her excitement I was once again experiencing young love, first love, nervousness battling a constant state of soft arousal. It was exquisite.Lunch was a hot dog stand. Sasha playing hooky from school and me playing hooky from writing gave the day a. Him being a Bihari I know if he is married he is separated from his wife and is living in my apartment complex in the small room behind his security cabin. I see him for the last 2-3 months sitting in my balcony and I can see him going about his daily work, when ever our eyes meet he gives me those very familiar smiles like he knows my intentions. Months pass by our smiles continue and whenever I am taking my car out or bike he wishes me in his typical bihari accent “KAISAN HO” (how u doing). "Just bring your buns and we'll take care of the rest."Christina Webb was still waiting for Derrick Driller to call one afternoon and tell her he was done with "Bountiful Assets." None of the guys she'd used for the site had returned more than once or twice at the most. Part of it was the pay. She knew she didn't pay the best in the business but she did what she could. It was more important to make sure her talent was well compensated.Another part of it was the fact that the girls on her site. All I wanted was to get undressed and hit the bed when Jack launched into another one of his lectures. I shoved him towards the bed, "You know what Jack, I'm sick of you and your shit. You sound better with your mouth shut."I was a little surprised at myself. I definitely wasn't a small woman at 38-30-36, but most certainly smaller than Jack. I couldn't believe I had actually used force on him and it worked. He was lying on the bed, with a complete look of shock. It was cute, having a grown man.