Perhaps the reason for my hesitation was that I was so much in love with her body that I feared I might not be able to take my eyes off her chest whil... talking to her. “What if she thinks I am a creepy pervert?”This tension between us continued until that one night shift. I was busy with my work. I was neither watching nor thinking about her.While walking to the bathroom, we accidentally collided and I fell. Even though it was not her mistake, she said sorry. This got us talking and since then,. , trying to think of how to deal with this unexpected problem. Dazed, she wandered back into the living room, the man following her, looking around.“I know where I’ve seen you before,” he said, out of the blue, “you go to “Le Coq Sportif” gym, don’t you? I’ve seen you working out there a few times. So, you’re a sporting lady, are you? I must say, you’re in pretty good shape! What do you play?”“I used to be quite good at tennis,” she replied, distractedly, delving into her handbag in the forlorn. The door opened and she was standing there, waiting for me, nowwearing a green apron and holding a black leather whip. Taking the whipin her right hand, she pointed it towards her feet, and I obeyed her inkneeling down just before her, but dared not press a kiss to the tips ofher sandals. She asked why I was still dressed and, when I wanted to answer, threwthe whip on my back and told me to keep quiet; the blow did not hurt me,for I was still protected by my clothes. She then ordered me to. As for him I’m sure he still thinks of me as that bratty teenager. Getting his number from my aunt I gave him a call explaining my interest to go along as I’m about to start spring break from college so I have the time. His first words were shock I was in college and asking who’s phone was I on. I had to remind him I’m twenty two now and insured him the phone was my own, proving the theory all along. I told him I couldn’t help much with gas and that I knew I’m a couple hundred miles out of the.