Her name is Meena, age may be between 30-35. She lives next to my room, where she works as a cook. She is married and has a daughter studying in 10th ...tandard. The house owner has a shop in the city so the owner and his wife are away from the house in daytime. She always wears nighty like most of the women these days. We have a compound between the houses and it has a connection in the backside of the house. My room and the kitchen of that house are almost near except both are separate. ‘Miss Watson, please.’ Miss Watson? Damn, it was a wrong number. She was just about to hang up when realisation suddenly hit her. Her heart leapt. ‘Yes? That’s me.’ ‘Miss Watson, my name is Tony Daly. I’m calling from Appleby Modelling.’ ‘Yes, hello…’ she said, trying to keep her voice steady. ‘You recently answered one of our adverts and requested an audition.’ ‘Yes, yes I did.’ ‘We’d like to see you,’ the deep voice continued. ‘Sometime this afternoon. I’m assuming that will be. I simply love being bested by you." For a moment I just stood there naked, ogling her toned body. Her Large, firm breasts with spiked erect nipples, and longer than long legs that would put any other woman to shame. I knew this, because I had seen many women at their best in magazines. They all paled before her, she looked better than a most perfect Vargas Girl. I reached for her and she disappeared... I skipped out of work that day and went to the arcade early. My junk food money disappeared. Shit, he thought. Oh shit.He slowly raised his arms too, without any idea of why, other than that Girl had raised hers, and it seemed like a good idea because of that. He desperately wished the pistol in his belt was in his hands, but it was not, and he didn’t see how he could have drawn it without it being obvious. He knew either a bow or a gun was aimed at his back, just from the fact that Girl had raised her arms.He slowly stood in a half-crouch, and turned, looking at the man. You goddam.