Hello, My dear Readers. My name is Akshay. I am 27 years old, and this is my story!Before I go any further, I would like to thank each and every one o... you for all the support you have been giving me so far. I am really grateful for the love.This new story can almost be called an autobiography and is the closest you will get to know the real me. The plot is a direct adaptation of my own life, and I hope you like it. Please happily Continue reading!If you have been following my work, you would. "Absolutely nothing; just lay there. Use the remote and watch TV if youwant. But if you get out of that bed, I won't hesitate to shoot yourass."The guy looked confused, but he knew the girl had the upper hand as he didwhat he was told. Using the remote he turned on the TV and found a rerunof M.A.S.H. Lying there watching the show he began pondering hispredicament, and how he could turn the tables on this girl. As his mindand body relaxed, he began to get drowsy. Looking across at the. Mo' pointed out plants of interest and told little stories about them. Shari beamed, she loved listening to him talk, on this beautiful day, in this beautiful place.Eventually they came to a summerhouse set among the trees. Mo' pointed out the back of the property and for a few minutes they listened to the birds, and the swish of the trees.Mo' guided Shari inside. It was furnished with a double-cot and a few tables and chairs."I sometimes use this as a guest room," he explained, "And sometimes. His lips brushed mine softly. I felt his hands on my back rubbing slowly, lightly caressing me. I kissed him back, my tongue lightly pushing between his lips. His tongue met mine as he pushed me toward the bed. We laid back slowly kissing the whole time. James was on top of me now, looking into my eyes. His hand reach up and brushed my hair out of my face. His lips found their way to my neck. He kissed it slowly, his hands rubbing up and down my body. I rolled over on top of him, never breaking.