Douglas sighed with relief, mistakenly thinking it was all over. But next morning she called again. ‘Hi, are you sorry you were so mean to me yester...ay morning? You made me cry.’ ‘I’m sorry. You don’t deserve to be made to cry.’ ‘Oh thank you, that’s encouraging.’ Douglas almost panicked. He drew in a deep breath, loud enough for her to hear. ‘What?’ ‘I don’t wish to encourage you.’ ‘Douglas, my focus is on you. You’re a dead duck. Give in now and get it over with.’ ‘What, just one encounter. After some time, the sun rose and Ravi woke up. He saw the mess on his mom’s boobs and realized that he had fallen onto her cleavage last night. His mom was in deep sleep and by morning, Anjali’s breasts were covered with lots of saliva and her top was wet due to his saliva.So, Ravi took his napkin out and tried to wipe the mess he had made. But Anjali woke up while he was wiping due to some sensation that she felt on her breasts. Anjali didn’t understand what her son was doing and asked. Become a familiar face. Exchange pleasantries. Make them laugh. Get chatting. All but one, who I let get away, proved to be pathetic specimens, susceptible and weak. All were married and middle aged, and totally lacking in the capacity and intelligence to recognise and rebuff audaciously blatant advances.And so, with the cold-hearted stealth of a poisonous viper, I’d slither in and callously befriend them. From there it’s an easy step to contrive to pay them a visit when I knew they’d be home. I being the perfect gentleman paid the drinks and held the door to the elevator as she entered it. Another gentleman was eying my maid, but she ignored both of us. We emptied onto her floor and I followed her to a classically boring hotel room.Only after the door was closed did Betty-Lou change her demeanour. "How much do you cost?" Honest question. I told her and she gasped, yet didn't complain only dig into her purse for the funds. She held the bundle of cash out to me, but I ignored it and.