It’s been 2 months since that sexual night. And a lot has changed in these two months.Firstly I and sandhya(my teacher) both have changed our accomm...dation. Now we have started staying in the same building and same floor and this building has only two apartments per floor. We are staying on the 8th floor, one room is rented by my teacher sandhya and the other one by her student that’s me. Second change is in the weight of sandhya. She has gained 4kgs. From 53 she has jumped to 57 and I can feel. Ten minutes pass and I hear a buzzing. But that’s an email. Text vibrates stronger on the dresser wood. Thinking about the distinction wakes me up anyway. Tossing and turning. I get up, change the sound machine from tv static to something more like a strong ocean howl. The wall is cool and I put my legs against it. My hand is under my pillow; it feels pretty cozy. Soon I don’t really notice how it feels. Soon I don’t notice. She was even more gorgeous than I had expected. She was wearing one of those little black dresses that every good looking woman owns. With the skinny straps at the shoulders, the deep V cleavage and the length ending just above the knee, it was so simple and yet, so fantastic. She was wearing a pair of shiny black high heels. Not stilettos, but still, they were just as classy looking as she was. She had a long coat draped over her arm."Wow!" It was all I could manage as she walked toward me,. She stumbled upon Jack's study which she was hoping held the evidence ie paperwork, documents etc showing any payment made transporting people into UK from countries where these people felt they had no future.As she was rifling through the paperwork she found, she was getting frustrated at not finding what she was after. She heard footsteps coming towards the study & she recognised Jack's voice. As the study was at the end of a corridor, there was no way she could run out without being.