I was really feeling lucky to have got her mail. She trusted me, yes, becauseI am a doctor. And she really did the right thing. So let me carry on wit... the incident. Her name was Shweta (name changed ). Shweta was this beautiful white queen….The height of around 5’4 and boobs to die for(soft and 34 to be exact). She was really not very convinced about meeting me but then we chatted for some days and she was eager and curious to meet me. I was very much excited too as the way we were chatting. He just had one request. His words were ‘Go tell my Dottie that my life was better having known her. Go tell my Dottie that she always made me feel swell. Go and tell my Dottie…I love her.’ He died shortly after that en route to the hospital.’ I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I felt faint, I tried to stand up but my legs didn’t seem to work. I collapsed there in the middle of the floor. I caught sight of the engagement ring he gave me and that was the last straw. I couldn’t control myself. Unable to handle myself, squirming with every one of your soft spoken words, shuddering at every touch, wonder, hoping that just maybe, it will never end. Longing for your touch, your voice, your soft spoken words being wrapped around my throat suffocating in your intoxicating presence. The constant glares you give me, ripping me apart, making me stare at the floor, feeling as though I've disappointed you, when I've done nothing. Making me feel like a worthless piece. Why do I want nothing. And men say that we're unpredictable."Turning to Linda, she continued, "And you, our pretty little addition to the family, I hope you realize how much Dave must love you to even consider this, let alone go off with your Dad to 'discuss' it. And don't be too upset if that night with your dad is just that, a night in his arms. You might have a big job seducing him, no matter how much you try. My husband had a fit, to put it mildly, when Arlene seduced/raped him. I strongly suggest that if you.