" I felt a flush rise at the way she emphasized the word."Yes, we are very close." It felt like we were almost talking in code. "I am not really comfo...tably talking about personal things with people I don't know. I'm sorry." I understand. It's just—" She leaned forward, looked down and whispered, "We were lovers once. It didn't work out, but I still—" I could see her struggling and felt pity when she couldn't continue."I understand." I tried to give her a supportive smile. "Jules is like a bee. I left with Anil Sir in distress and he caught me again with my waist and occasionally founding my boobs with is finger tips while I browsed from some pathetic and typically local street shops. He specifically purchased a larger size transparent shirt for me. Later while shopping he asked the shop keeper for some neck piece which looked like ‘Mangalsutra’. I got an idea of his love for role-playing, and I understood he will definitely be a good penetration sex lover.We moved to other shops too. ” I felt, then saw a slender hand, then arm reach down my body to my crotch. “Ummm! I think I like this one puddin!”A male’s voice started to laugh, an almost insane sounding laugh. “Damn babe, you always like the ugliest ones. Ok,” that’s when I heard and felt the taser as my body started to convulse the current running through me. “Hurry up, that won’t hold him long. It’s time we had some fun!”I jerked awake not knowing where I was or how long I’d been there. Then to my horror I found that I. Make love, tonight?" Absolutely, Baby!" I said without hesitation. "I know you're keyed up about the tournament." You think you could -- would you like it if we slept together, anyway?" she asked me. "I mean, that wouldn't be like, cruel torture for you or something -- would it?" Torture? No way, Sweet Girl! I'd rather sleep with you, without sex, than to sleep with Carla Frances with full fucking-privileges." (Carla Frances was a babe-a-licious cheerleader-type that we both knew. I knew Carla.