It was a shocker for me. I didnt know what to answer. I asked her ” Tumhi asa ka vichartay?” ( Why are you asking me like this?)She said : ” Mal... tu avadla ahes and mala sex karalya avadta. Maje mister ghari nastat mahnun mala sex karayla milat nahi..” ( I liked you and i like doing sex. My husband doesn’t stay at our home and so I dont get much sex..).As she was talking, she was shy and a bit red faced. I was amazed at this lady and overjoyed. I said that I am ready to quench her thirst and. I was the only one in the bus, and I wanted some privacy from the eyes of the pervert driver, so I headed to the last row, which was a five person seat running across the back of the bus, with other seats blocking the view from the front, except the middle one seat, and there was ad panels blocking the view from the driver in the middle of the bus. I sat by the window on the driver side.Two stops later, a tall, tattooed, well built guy probably at least twice my age got on the bus. He was. One day her parents went to some relatives marriage. She had an interview on that day. So she had not gone. In my room, luckily I was alone. My colleagues went to their native place. But she would be back in the afternoon only after attending an interview.So I was eagerly waiting for her. Afternoon around 12.30 she called me and informed that her interview was over. She was waiting at the bus stop to reach home. Then I told her to wait there, I will come and pick up you.She agreed. Immediately. "Now I didn't think my little princess was quite ready for this yet. And frankly I'm surprised; I hadn't seen you hanging out with anyone this summer but Alicia. But I guess we need to have a talk about parameters, safety, and responsibility. But let's start with openness. What was his name?"A long pause."Well"."Making a conscious decision in her newfound confidence in herself, she decided to respond."There wasn't a boy, it was me." She said quietly, barely a whisper."What? You're not making.