I laid there for awhile, trying to catch my breath before I slowly got to my feet, my knees feeling jello-like as I searched around for anything salva...eable to put on. My shirt was torn and my jeans were in ribbons. I let out an exasperated sigh and turned to where the man whod hunted me down and claimed me was zipping up his pants. He glanced up at me and let his eyes travel from my narrowed eyes down to the shreds of clothing I held. A wide grin split his muffled features. Sorry. He grunted. Hi. everybody how are you all doing among yourselves, huh? everyone kool? well I would hope that y'all, or you's are, or is however said be that of the person of I myself speaking some, or such correct, proper, standard English grammar being of the American dialect, or not, or be I myself speaking that being of 'the-king's-english', or a form, or fashion of eubonics as in street-slang, be at least feeling okay if not better yet to be possibly said alright, or best of all to be said feeling. No man could look this feminine...as he thought this, the woman before him uncrossed her legs, and leaned towards him. Her hands reached out, and delicately removed his thick rimmed glasses. He blinked slightly, readjusting his gaze, and stared into her eyes as her face came closer."Peter...don't fight it," she whispered.He closed his eyes, and felt his own fantasies overwhelming him. As their lips touched, his mind told him what he wanted to hear - that Betty was his, that she desired him,. She dryly informed me that he has left for driving.Sarma: I know. That’s why I am calling you.Gayatri: Why sir, why calling me?I could sense the flirting and the innocent act, it was intoxicating. The ship could be in the port but you still have to maneuver it into the harbor. She is not going to jump in bed with me, is she?Sarma: Looks like you didn’t like my calling or for that matter coming to your place yesterday.Gayatri: You came to see your employee.Sarma: No, I came to see you.Gayatri:.