.. all things considered." Bullshit, he'd almost died, but almost didn't mean shit when he'd been surrounded by guys who had. He stood and motioned to...the door. "Let's get out of here, Jet. We'll figure out what to do when we get there. Maybe just ... sleep. Get some food or room service. It's too damn depressing this close to the base. I think we both need to forget, even for just one night."Again, that sounded worse than it was, but Mac just looked away and composed himself.Pushing away from. After all, who wanted to plant a garden when snow was just around the corner, and while I trusted our 'benefactors' to know that asking us to plant in the wrong time of the year was a bad idea, I still needed to familiarize myself about the seasons of the world and of course, what kind of climatic zone we were living in. So far, the weather had been almost like early summer. The days had been fairly long, the sun had been warm, the nights temperate but comfortable, and we hadn't had any rain. Suddenly he stands from the bed and moves towards the cub-board and take a bag and came near to me.The bag contains “a white color half saree”, “light red color blouse”, “black color bra”, and “violet color panty” and jasmine flowers. He told me to wear it all. I take the bag and moved to the small room. I took bath and neatly shaved my hairs and wear dresses and wears the flowers. The bra and blouse were fitted tightly. I see on the mirror. I was not able to told “I look like a dam sexy girl”.. One nice day, Divya sent me a mail appreciating my older stories, and how she wrote them brought me to tears. Most of her messages praised the raw and intense sex in my writings, while the rest displayed her hunger and innocence.I replied, expressing my gratitude and valuing her support. After several emails in which she consistently praised my story’s quality, we began talking via hangouts. She had just begun working for a reputable MNC at 22.Divya lived in Bengaluru and came from an orthodox.