I went to my friend’s house to return a novel I borrowed few days earlier. i rang the bell no one answered. I was going to leave when I saw that Mrs...Lavanya coming towards home..she smiled and said that her husband and her two sons (my friend and his brother) are gone to a relative’s house and they will be back the next day. She asked me if i can help her with moving some boxes in garage. After helping her she invited me inside for a drink. She dozed off after drinking. I took her to bed I went. He felt almost dizzy. Her taste was in his mouth; her intoxicating scent in his nostrils - the sound of her voice flogged him: "You are wrong again Roman. I am willing to die but will never beg you for it. Torture is the only example of Roman artistic originality so I expect to be tortured. But remember well the circumstances of our meeting. And know that on the next occasion I will not restrain my blade".Oh yes she troubled him immensely, maybe he would snap out of it when her punishment. Taller andstronger and more handsome even than Damon. “Christ, helooks like a movie star,” Walt thought, as Brad entered.“Jesus, no wonder the women fall all over him.” Bradalways seemed to be in the company of several women, somestudents, some older, but all babes.Sometimes Walt envied a person like Brad. He wonderedwhat it would be like to have such appeal that he couldfuck women at will. Walt and his wife Sheila had bothbeen virgins when they got married, and neither. Sam opened his mouth to speak and received a hard slap against his cheek. He took it; hardly wincing. The red mark slowly faded, leaving a pink remnant. "Take off your clothes." She said, turning on her heel. She walked barefoot, wearing only a black bra and black boyshorts. Black fishnet stockings clipped to the bottom of her boyshorts, making her legs appear longer. Sam watched her hungrily, stripping himself of the wife beater and basketball shorts he had been wearing. He tossed.