She smiled at me as she sat down. ‘Your first book?’ I asked. ‘Yes,’ she replied. ‘Mine too,’ I said. ‘What’s your book about?’ ‘I...’s about the influence of classical music on pop music,’ she replied. ‘What’s yours about?’ ‘Nothing as intellectual as that,’ I said. ‘It’s just a novel.’ At that moment, the receptionist told me that I could go in and see the publisher. My meeting was very successful. The publisher told me that they would publish my book. He even thought that there was a. .Wo bhi mujse bahut gandi baate karti rehti…Main ushe batata rehta ki main ushe suhgrat ke din bahut he buri tarah chodunga aur wo mujse ro ro kar kaise bhik magegi…Wo meri baato par yakin nahi karti thi isiliye maine soch rakha tha ki ushe kis tarah chodna tha .. Aakhir main shadi ho gayi and suhagrat ki raat aa he gayi….Ab main apni story par aata hu.Us din shugrat se pehle he phele he maine Viagra ki tablets le li thi jisse sex duration bud jata hai….Phir main apne room main gaya toh meri. ” (What happened? Who was in the car? And who’s this….). He stopped as soon as he saw me in lingerie from behind. “Oh, teri, kya chal raha tha?” (What’s going on) the second guy asked.The surprised face of the truck driver had now changed into a smile. He turned me around again, “Dekh le ye maal.” (Check out this hot stuff). It was now the second guy’s turn to be surprised.“Launda hai ye toh… ye bra aur nikker mein randibaji kar raha tha kya re?” (This is a guy… whoring around in lingerie?). For the next few weeks our flirting just kept getting more intense. We would make out during breaks and sometimes in class. One of the incidents I would always remember was the day I walked to class and she had both legs spread open giving me a full view of her cameltoe. It was the most amazing thing I have seen at the time. Unfortunately for her the teacher was not that far behind me. She tried to play it off but all three of us knew what just happened. One weekend the school took us for a 3.