Her name was Sneha.I am from a town in Maharashtra, India and studied in an English medium school. She was from a nearby village and studied in the sa...e class as me till year 10. While in school, I never thought of her as a potential fuck. Anyways, years later, after my year 12, I decided to move to Australia for further study and consulted a local agent. That’s where I found her and about of us landed up in the same city. I had already found accommodation for myself with some boys and she used. Soon both of our families developed close relations and Leslie was more like a brother now. I did not understand then, when my parents spoke of his mom as the single mom but I used to feel bad to see her do everything by herself until Leslie was all grown up as a young adult to go out alone for groceries, laundry or other such daily chores to be done. One most important thing; I was always told by my parents, never to call any elder person by their first name but as they did not know the name. “You don’t think he’s going to be interested in you, do you?” “The pig,” Marcy thought to herself. “The fucking pig. It’s not as if I’m over the hill yet.” “No harm done,” Jake replied for her. “It must be a bit difficult walking in heels that high. Not that I’ve ever tried.” Marcy straightened herself up and they caught up with Tom who was looking ever more impatient. Jake unlocked the door and they entered the room. He crossed over to the bed and, after depositing the bags, turned to Tom. A very weak red lightbulb glowed in a fixture on the ceiling. A padded chair and footstool were positioned in the middle of the room, in front of a flat panel tv. There was an assortment of new looking porn movies in Their cases Next to a DVD player. 3tokens had been left on the DVD stand, I realized they were to turn on the tv and player. My heart racing I deposited all three coins and it booted up. I set my purse down and plopped onto the chair scolding myself for even being in here. I begin.