I feel the attention of the room quickly fall on me as everyone went quiet. He looks up to me. Drumming his fingers on the table as he observes my fac... and smiles a bit.“Me? ... What do you mean?” He smiles.“You ... You ... Those shoes ... Your voice ... You tried to kill me!” I blurt out feeling my face get hot as I notice my hands shaking, my arms outstretched and pointing my finger at him.“What?! What the fuck are you talking about, Radhika?” He asks while laughing softly.“In the bathroom. More people speak to me. Some just say hi, but others stop and introduce themselves. This is beginning to feel like my town. How is your work going?" I haven't had any work yet, but that isn't surprising. I'm out everyday, getting my name placed. That is the important thing at this point. Say, I have a bunch of old journals that came from a great-aunt of mine. Lots of history in them, I imagine. They are said to go back two hundred or more years. Would you want to thumb through them?" Oh God,. I started to grab twobeers - I sure could have used. At the same, I time did not want to givehim another excuse to Lord over me. So I took one beer from therefrigerator and padded back to the bedroom.When I walked through the door, I was momentarily taken aback by thesight of a very naked Cameron, reclining on the bed. He was grosslyobese, but the self-satisfied grin on his face perfectly reflected thefact that this didn't matter to him in the least. Directly under hishuge belly, his left hand. It wasn’t easy. There were a lot of people who first seemed interested and then fell by the wayside or just failed to return messages. I finally found a guy a few years younger I am and we got on pretty well. We chatted and wanked, then phone wanked to cock throbbing orgasm a couple of times. I posed the possibility of a meet. He was keen and whacked off then and there, over the phone at the thought of it. I followed him and splattered my keyboard with goo as we discussed it. I was staying at a.