I was (and mostly still am) really not a ladies’ man. Despite some very exciting sexual experiences, I haven’t been with that many women. Only t...o by that point, in fact. Certainly at that time, I was not smooth with women.If anything, I’d maybe developed some skill at sniffing out other bi guys, simply due to more experience in that department, but women were another story. Being the romantically clueless guy that I was, so far as I could tell, Lena was just an acquaintance from school. When Jitu saw me, half sitting up in bed, he turned bright red. “I’m sorry” he stammered, backing out of my room “I didn’t realize you were home.”I felt oddly calm just then, sitting there in my pajamas, my hair all over the place. “No, its ok Jitu” I said “I forgot. You don’t have to go.”He stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. He was looking at the floor, not making eye contact with me. I knew he was embarrassed and didn’t know what to say. I sat up and smoothed my hair out of. At first, I my eyes were drawn the edge of her skirt and the glimpse of white panties, but I dragged my gaze upwards, surprised to see Cloe, a young woman who lived on my street. She smiled and I knew that she had noticed my first glance, but she didn't seem upset. "Are you OK?" she asked. We chatted briefly, with me assuring her that I was fine, but too soon it was time to get back to work.When I got home from the station, tired and reeking of smoke, I went inside and had barely hung my keys. She knew there was no need for working late, at least for the material Richard had mentioned. She could easily have taken care of it during office hours and it was not material that was urgent in any way. He wanted to see her -- alone. And she admitted to herself she wanted to be with him. She didn't stop to question why a doctor with all kinds of advanced degrees and a member of an elite profession who could attract lots of women of his own status would be drawn to her, a local girl with a.