I'll let everyone know." Okaaay," I agreed, now completely confused as to exactly what he wouldbe telling everyone. "Whatever you think is best." Cool... It won't be a problem. I promise."* * *After that, people dropped the "new" when referring to me and juststarted calling me "Melissa" all the time. I didn't mind. It was fun. Iwent out of my way to beam at everyone every time they said it to makesure everyone understood that I was okay with their playful teasing.However, I thought it was a bit. I am so tired of that and went to my room early.As I approach my room, I hear a little moaning sound from inside. May be Archana was doing something exicitng which made my pussy to wet all my panties. I grabbed my keys and opened the door without making any sound (not to disturb Archana.)I placed my stuff aside and ripped my dress in hurry and fondled my boobs with right hand and stroking my pussy with my left. "Ahhhh Ahhh Ahhh" , the sound is coming from the bathroom and to my the door is. We got to his apartment, which was sparse and it appeared he might be staying with a friend. He said he was from South America-- Brazil, in fact--and spoke with a silky beautiful Latin accent. This guy was reeking sexual energy. He walked like a confident hunter ready to claim his prey. He was tall and dark and had close-shaved dark hair. He had a great smile and tight, fit, lean body. He asked me if I wanted anything to drink and then walked me straight to the bedroom with two beers in hand.We. The guy was about 6′ tall. Even though under the dim truck light Mark could make out the other guy’s feature. He had long side-burns and a moustache and an overly large nose. He noted the nametag on the other guy’s uniform as Travis. ‘You new? Never seen you before,’ asked Mark nonchalantly not really surprise for the blue-collar workers turnover were always high. ‘Yeah I got the job this morning, they ask me to report for duty tonight’ said the new guy Travis. ‘You done delivery before?’ asked.