Other than the seating, the heavy work was done.It was past nine o'clock when I called it a day. As I had expected, my grad students had thrown themse...ves into the preparations. In later years they would all be able to point with pride to their corner of the project. Justin's pictures assured it. Everyone had a folder of pictures of themselves in front of their work. Often, I was asked to be there as well.Justin Immons was exactly what I expected from Sheila's description. He was everywhere,. Standing over him straddling his body I am in a summer dress and riding boots with a clear view of what is under my dress .Nudging him with my boot I get no response I nudge him again still nothing kneeling down to whisper in his ear he grabs me by the waist making me squeal as he rolls me onto my back as he follows grabbing my hands raising them above my head and holding them there with one hand as his other hand explores my breast through my dress. His lips exploring my neck ,my lips. parting. He had a lot of repeat business. Somehow that information made its way to his office and he had to withstand some advances. They stopped when he mentioned they would both lose their jobs. The people working for him were intensely loyal. He gave them flowers or dinner coupons on birthdays and anniversaries. He always gave them full credit for jobs well done. Yet no one at his office thought of him was a friend, he was the boss. She was a liaison in his unit assigned to his office when his. I live in old delhi with my wife and two daughters. I am a bhajan singer. This a real life story that happened to me 4 years ago that changed my whole life.I was living a secluded life. My daughters had gone out for studies and my wife had lost all interest in sex. So I was obviously unhappy for a while. I would occationely go to temples to sing and some times for programmes. Every day I thought that the good part of my life is over. One day I got an invitation to do a programmer in jnu.