She was asking not what was wrong with my car and etc. I thanked her for reserving sit next to her in the drop and she replied it was OK. Later, I got...sms before sleeping from her. She wanted to meet with me personally. I replied we will talk about it. She was dishearten and could not sleep well that night, which later she told me too. So the next week end was rejuvenating of my love life. We meet in Arabian night’s fast food cafe in Dhanmondhi and after the snacks I offered her for a ride. She. He could tell I didn't feel well. He probably even expected it to happen. When I opened the door he walked in without a word."Show Daddy your cunt Baby," he said.I hadn't changed from the tee shirt I slept in. I hadn't replaced my panties after I cleaned away the blood. I lifted the smelly, wrinkled tee shirt to show him my mound. He rubbed his hand over it and smiled. "You are a good little girl," he said.I couldn't help myself I said, "Thank you Daddy." What do good girls do?" he asked."They. I'm youngish." So'm I. See you at noon." Till then." Bye."Well that seemed easy. I found my map of Perth. Hackett Drive looked like five minutes from the office. And it wasn't even ten yet. I went down to the lab, but none of the students had gotten there yet. I wouldn't have been awake yet eight or so years ago either. I went to the office a picked my mail and more phone slips out of my pigeonhole. There was a letter from the Bishop Museum, forwarded from Canberra — they wanted to know whether. "Come with me to the fitting room. I need your opinion,"implored Shayna.The jeans were blue with a blend of cotton and spandexmaterial. The spandex would ensure a stingy fit. The legsof the jeans clinged to her long legs all the way down tothe tops of her ankles. There was a gold zipper about fiveinches long on the outside of her leg at the bottom. Thezipper had a charming one-inch hoop attached at the end.The butt of the low rider jeans fit skin-tight and smoothbecause there weren't any.