This time however, I’d been invited by my host to take part in a post lecture Q&A/debate session. This was fairly novel to me and I had managed to p...rsuade my home university to cough up for the extra night’s hotel bill (and if I could get away with it some convivial beers!). All in all there were about thirty-odd people, mainly postgraduates, present for the debate which went very well with some intelligent questions and hearty debate; always very gratifying for an academic. Post-debate my. “I interviewed for the job, first over the phone and then flew down here. I met JR. Now, JR oozed confidence and capability far beyond anything I’d ever seen in any other woman except for a few on television, like supreme court justices and such. Moreover, and I get embarrassed here, she was one hot lookin’ woman and I was turned on by her.“I confess to objectifying her and the other women I was meeting at EneRG. I interviewed with Nikky, too. She was just nineteen, had a college degree Summa. Ab wo sabun apne tongo ke bich laga rahi thi aur kulhe ke ched tak hath le rahi thi. Mai jo samne khada tha to mera lund apne aap phirse khada ho gaya aur upar niche hone laga. Meri grandmaane meri taraf dekha aur mera khada lund dekhke muskurane lagi. Nahana khatam karke hum dono under aa gaye. Usne muze chaddi aur shirt diya aur apnne bhi pahne. Roj ki tarah hemne khana khaya to mai mera homework karne laga aur grandmaa sone gayi. Shamko meri pappa aur mummy anese pahle grandmaa meri pas ayi. Her mom was OK about it, maybe not as cool as my mom was, but OK. I guess her dad didn't know anything about it yet. That felt a little sad to me. I love my dad, and I want him to know just about everything about me, even if this was something a little, well, funny, to be talking about with him."Your dad's pretty sexy." What? Monica! That's my dad you're talking about." Well, he is."Monica was smirking a little, but I've known her for a long time and we don't have any secrets from each other. I.