The italicized words above are not mine. They were sent to me by a reader after I posted One Night of Bliss, a story about Carla and Gary meeting at ... frat house party, their night of love-making, Carla's disclosure that she was leaving for California to be married a week later, and Gary's whispered 'please don't'. The words feel as though they were written by a woman, but they just as well may have been penned by a sensitive man. In any event, they impelled me to write this story, as related. “Please Jeff, please look at the damn machine.” I was almost begging. “See what you can do. It might be an easy fix. Please, Jeff.”But he refused, shaking his head some more. Okay, you ass, that’s it. I’ll get it done without your help. I should have known better than to ask you. Anyone else asks you to do something, and you’re Mr. Right There! But not for me, oh no!I was mighty annoyed to say the least and that night was a very cold one in our house. No more conversation — and I left him to. She didn’t realize, until last night, that it was one of hers as well.She checked her schedule yet to see if she had any clients lined up for next week. She was pleased to see she already had two guys booked. Both were new to her but repeat clients. She clicked on the first reservation and read the request.Hi, my name is Bill and I decided to book an appointment after reading your profile. You sound fun! I am open to pretty much anything, as long as I get to fuck your ass. Thanks!She smiled and. And I reached the place around 5.30 pm and she reached at same time. I went near the gate and looked for the watch man. He was not around.The apartment was still under construction and no one around my flat was at 5th floor and no lift it was pain taking steps. We went to my flat and she bought her digital camera to take the pictures….Guys I forgot to say about her attire I mean dress she was wearing a sleeveless t shirt and a jeans.In the process of taking the pictures I could see her cleavage.