There would be no reason he would come to my house. Except that is for sex. With this in mind, a silent pledge to stay strong and refuse any advances,...I opened the door.He walked in. Jeans hugging his tight ass, shirt showing off his magnificent chest muscles, just as I remembered him. With the cocky attitude I recalled too well he waved some USB stick at me, looked at me and spat out, "On your knees bitch!"I laughed in his face, so sure he was trying to play an old game and hoping I would go. "She thinks we're intellectuals who hate sports." You do hate sports, daddy," Tanya protested."I hate overpaid professional athletes," he corrected her. "But amateur sports, that's a different question. Did you know the Final Four is on tonight, Patrick?" I did know that, sir," I grinned."I have a television in the study," he winked. "In case we get tired of celebrating the deliverance of Israel from the bondage of Egypt. Now, as for baseball, my favorite sport —" You've never watched a. She was fair and had a perfect figure and wore a maxi through which I could see her naked. I gave her that ice-cream pack giving a killer smile to make a good first impression. She was very pleased with this gesture and offered me tea. The kids were jumping with joy looking at that ice cream. We then sat down and had a small chat introducing each other. I had decided to have a session with this woman before going to Bangalore. I came to know that she was malyali and her husband was Punjabi,. Excitement was off the hook. I had never had this feeling, ever. As I got to her neck and head it was plain she wanted me to see, as she was looking at me through the crack. Her greenish eyes bright and watching me. I quickly turned and leaped forward into the living room out of sight. I heard myself say “Sorry, didn’t mean too!” As I put the radio on and found a good rock channel, I heard the curtain close the rest of the way. Thinking about what I just saw put a smile on my face. She did see.