The tall man looked me over. The best description of it was he looked me over like one looks over a car or a boat they are thinking of buying. His col..., dispassionate eyes traveled from my face down my body and back up. I felt my pride rise up and I met his gaze defiantly.“My name is Jack. Do you speak English?”“Yes.”“Tell me your name and age and something about you in English please.”“I am Andula and I am 14 and a half. My mother died a month ago.”“Very nice English. Tell me Andula, do you. I made sure the bathroom door was closed and all the drapes were sealed before I flicked out the lamp over the painting on my wall. I slipped back into the bed from the end and crawled up her body until we were spooned together once again. Then I pulled a black sheet up over us. Not only did the room get dark, but with all my electronics turned off, it was silent as well.Even after our eyes had time to adjust to the darkness, we really couldn’t see anything. I could hear our breathing,. To my surprise we started talking. Surprised because I very rarely can carry a conversation with a stranger, even more rare with a beautiful woman.We talked the entire flight, not just small talk but an actual conversation that was interesting and maybe a little more personal than strangers would normally go. We said goodbye at the baggage claim, wished each other well and went our separate ways. I got the rental car and found my way to my hotel. While checking in, who do I see walking into. She was also like every other civilized woman (typical Indian bride) and sex starved who are dedicated to their incapable husbands. While chatting she told herself as a single girl and was on the site just for fun and she wanted to be a bad girl and see boys cock. Later on she said lets chat outside of this, and that she wants only to be friends, which i agreed to somehow. So I said that send me request on Facebook.She sent request with some fake account of hers to my real account. This.