This he found somewhat odd, and wondered about its source. Maybe this was the result of her supreme effort, her act of will, to get outside of the Bla...k Box. Or maybe it was some strange, old part of the world she inhabited in there. He couldn’t tell; he didn’t ask. A brief exchange they shared about that particular fragment, however, subtlely changed and charged the tone of correspondence between them. She sent a narrative bit about her character’s seduction at the hand (and mouth) of the. How’d you like to have a coffee before you go? I’ll open the chocolate and we can share them. That seems only fair.” “I’d love to.” Greg smiled and fingered a last few notes at the keyboard. “I won’t stay too long though, I’m pretty tired after the trip.” He had never been into her sitting room before and he was surprised how at ease he felt when he accepted Jen’s invite to sit on her sofa while hurried off to make them some coffee. The room was filled with CDs, watercolor. Mene thoda pressure de ke uska main point salvar ke upar se hi ragadna shuru kar diya. Wo mast ho chuki thi, sirf enjoy kar rahi thi. Achanak se wo akad gai aur zad gayi. Muze mere hath ko gila mehsus ho raha tha. Usne ne kafi satisfaction se mere taraf dekha. Mene kaha aur chahiye? Usne kuch kaha nahi lekin uski shawl nikali aur lapet li, lekin shwal ki ek koni mere hath me dete huve kaha ki thand bahoth hai. Tum bhi shawl ke under aa jao. Mai bahot khush huva aur shawl ko lapet liya aur usko. ”Mr Junkin recited the number, and Julian wrote it down on the pad he kept on his bedside table.“Thank you, sir. I owe you.”“You do, indeed. Good luck with the girl.”“Bye, sir. Have a happy Christmas.”What now? Julian was in two minds about this question. Should he, out of the blue, phone up the girl and ask her out, or should he wait until they were both back at work when he could speak to her face to face? Then what if she is at work just now? They were not supposed to take private calls at.