The phone options were the crappy chains that guaranteed delivery in 30 minutes, or they'd throw in the antacid for free.I flipped through the Yellow ...ages, noting down numbers. From there it was like standing in a voting booth, trying to decide which candidate made me want to puke the least. I was rescued from the decision by a knocking on the front door. I half-expected it to be a delivery guy with the wrong address. I'd pay for the pizza, eat a slice, throw the rest in the fridge to toss. Finally she came. She was in dark complexion , but she is looking really great in terms of her face features, her assets, her figure and her height. I was really dumb that time and dont know how to proceed to talk further. She herself asked about me and also introduced about her, and after some time we both felt comfortable as we were talking and discussed about each others details.She was a local to vizag and i used to stay in a hostel.We both became too close that we used to talk hours in the. But for some reason we have stuck to that unwritten rule, for over a year now. It's weird, especially considering sex is not a taboo topic between us, we joke and tease all the time and if one of us has a date over we discuss it in detail the next morning.But all this time we have managed to stay away from each other, even if we end up on the couch cuddling because one of us had a bad day it never goes past that. It is like a competition between us to see who breaks first and we both happen to. Perhaps when we pass here again, she thought … he clearly is ripe for some education in certain arts. On the road each of them dwelt quietly in their own thoughts for a while. Terence was pondering his new-found mastery, glancing frequently towards his slave. Unfortunately for him, in her own cogitations his slave was plotting to become distinctly un-slavish once again. She was determined to reassert some independence. It was not, she told herself, that she would renege on her surrender. After.