Fir ussi rat humare bus th, to hum sab bus stand aaye, bus chalne me 20-25 minute th, mumma papa bahar hi khade th me bus me baithi th, thodi der baad...vishal bus me aaye bag dekhne k bahane jo mere pairo me rakha th mujhe daba dia aur dusre haath se mere boobs masalne lge jor jor se, me us time thodi ghabra gy th, aur unse darne lgi th 5 yrs baad hum fir jodhpur aa gy th tab tk me 1st year me aa gy th aur vishal b job krne lg gy th jodhpur me hi, is bar hum hotel me ruke th, hotel vishal ne hi. He had short, thick, salt and pepper hair and a suntanned face. Struck by the laugh lines around his piercing blue eyes, she found him mesmerising. ‘Why don’t you lock the car up and let me give you a ride? It’s not too far to town,’ he said. ‘You can get five litres of petrol and a lift back from someone at the end of the day.’ In spite of her nervousness, Cindy knew she’d few alternatives. She grabbed her purse and locked the car. Bikes had always seemed so noisy and dirty, as had their. One day I bought three yellow roses from a peddler at a stoplight. When Holly came home the roses were in a small crystal vase on the kitchen table.She stared at the flowers for a moment and then started crying. I hugged her until she stopped sobbing."You must think I'm crazy," she blurted afterward. "Maybe I should see a shrink." Maybe," I said, "but first describe yourself to me." Now?" Why not?" Well," she began. "Whenever you do something nice for me like the flowers I keep thinking about. I promise you I’m not looking to have my wicked way with you… yet.” That slow promise in his voice in that single short word ‘yet’ sends resonating throbs of desire straight through me from my breasts all the way to my thighs. “I not sure that I trust you,” I tease, relaxing a little more, squeezing my legs together to try and relieve the growing tension there.“Trust me this once. I promise you won’t regret it.”I narrow my eyes again and he laughs as I sit upright and reach for the blindfold..