But it sounded again. I grumbled as I made my way to the door. Annoyance fueling my movements, I jerked the portal open, ready to let loose an angry t...rade upon whichever hapless soul happened to be standing on the doorstep. Instead, however, there was no hapless soul. Just my beautiful, exotic, dark-skinned neighbor, holding a small basket in her hands. She flinched and stepped back before my less than amiable answering. For a long moment, we just stared at one another. My annoyance was gone. Ignore my mistakes if any as it’s my first time.So I should start the story without wasting much of the time. As I told you I’m a student and I study at college at Delhi I recently had my breakup with my girlfriend so due to the frustration I started using online dating app tinder just after few days of using the app I found a match with the girl named Ayesha she was 19 years old good looking girl with good assets. We started to talk formally like what do you do, where are from and blah blah. ’ ‘Au contraire. That was a most interesting explanation. To discover that I am me and not merely a construct of a bloke I never knew and my mum, the slapper, is hugely rewarding. If you finish your cider, I’ll take you home, whip of the shirt you find so offensive and give you a seeing to in my own characteristic and inimitable style. How does that appeal?’ I confess it appealed greatly. Donna and the Dress Donna was wearing a dress. It was a very conservative black number with a pleated front. Reliving that day, the look on Ricks face when he saw what Doug had done to her. He went livid with loathing for the man who was supposed to be her husband. He busted through the door and went over to the sleeping, hung-over Doug and picked him up, punched him in the gut and then phoned for the police. And now they were divorced, Doug in prison hopefully sobering up and getting help, and she could get on with rebuilding her life. It was at that moment that she began to see her friendly older.