Phele mera intro hua, fir usne kha ki dhire dhire stripping kro.Krte krte mene sare kapde nikal diye.Fir vo mere pass a k couch p baith gya and mujhe ...iss krne lga, me bhi garam ho chuki thi uska sath dene lgi. Fir usne me boobs chuse . Nipples lal kar diye the mere.Fir vo couch p baith gya and me ghutno p baith k uska 10 min tk chusa. Fir usne mujhe couch p letaya or camera le k mere upar chad gya or jor jor se chodne lga.Thap thap ki awaze gujne lgi.Vo thak chuka tha pr uska nikla ni tha.Fir. "I just think it will look nicer driving up to the house through the trees. It seems so barren the way it is now."While we'd been talking, Mitch had opened up his laptop bag and pulled out a laptop. "I'm no expert, obviously, but that doesn't appear to be the same laptop you had at the mall the other day." Its not. That's my 'innocent, just hanging out, don't care if it gets confiscated' laptop. This is my 'Can't you see I'm working?' laptop. Very different set of programs on this one. Some. And we both need to take a shower."We kissed, then I started to get out of bed."Hold on on a minute, Dear. I got you a present." She reached into her night table drawer and pulled out a wrapped box. It looked about the size of a Whitman's Sampler - those chocolates you get at the drug store for Valentine's Day.It was wrapped like a birthday present. I looked at the wrapping paper, trying to figure out what it was. There were symbols of different kinds. A six sided star, a top, a candle holder. You're not a cop, are you?" the woman says.The woman's clothes don't give her away as a hooker. Her outfit is nice - red high heels, a pale blue miniskirt, a black nylon jacket covering a black sweater. She has a tattoo of a mandala on her wrist and wears long, funky earrings."Nope, I'm not a cop." What is it you want?" Greek," I say."Greek? In Knoxville?" she asks, a coy smile forming."Greek. How much?" Two hundred."She sighs and turns as if denying the deal. But her hand is at her hip, open..