.." she looked back at her friends, seeing the serious concern in their faces, " ... things are changing. We're probably going to call a 'Fan Club' me...ting tonight. We're going to need you."Ai sat on the garden bench, munching on a carrot.Food, she had come to discover, had taste.This was entirely new for Ai. She had tasted, yes, certainly. When she ate the love of Bill or Julie, each had a different flavor, and that flavor tended to vary for unknown reasons. But, of all her senses, that was. Her words getting slurred and her eyes were not focusing.Rajesh finished his drink fast, “Ok, good night, Pratusha, take care, lock your door after we go” he said and got up. I also got up.“Rajeshhh..dearrr.. angry? Come on, shpend some more time, have one more..” she said, she was high.“Thanks but we have to go. Come ,Sweta” he said and turned to go, I followed him.She got up unsteadily and extended a hand” Ok, darrlllinnggss… gooood nighhhht” she said and wobbled.Rajesh moved quite fast like. They were real and old, and I knew he could sprint in them if he had to. My boots were designer, needle thin on the heels, and I’d had to practice but I too could sprint if I had to. They were only three inches. Whereas Cal’s white shirt made his bronze skin look dark my black wrap top and black miniskirt made my skin look milk pale. It was too bad the sex just hadn’t clicked, we made one hell of a striking couple. I caught myself looking for Patrick Crilly and bit my tongue. It had been just. The bet was everytime, the Mets scored a homerun, I had to give him a blowjob/handjob, if they won...I had to do whatever he wanted. If the Cards scored, I would get my pussy licked for an hour and if they won, we had sex whereever I wanted and how I wanted.We always made sure we had tickets on the first base line, just a few rows from the field. My brother liked when the Mets were up, cuz I would put my hand on his dick and rub. He would get sooo hard, that when he would stand up to cheer,.