Still in shock at her forwardness, I slowly found my mind again and went back to watching her work, but she soon stopped writing and sat staring at he... page tapping her pen. ‘What’s up?’ I asked, ‘Out of ideas?’ ‘I…’ she began, ‘Can you… do what you did to me last week again?’ she asked hesitantly, her shyness having returned. ‘It felt so amazing and I tried to do it more myself but it just got boring after a bit. I need you to…’ Her eyes and body language pleaded with me more powerfully than. As I walked away he called out 'if you think you can handle it I'll take you there, one condition, I get to watch nothing more. I just want to see you take that monster'. I kept walking away then stopped and turned, he was still standing when I called back 'meet me here Friday, just you and me are going'. He waved his hand and walked away laughing to his self. I wondered if he was telling the truth or just trying to get some sex. Friday night came, I went to the bar about ten o'clock. He was. Itne me ek senior girl uthe aur apne belt nikal ke mujhe paglo ke tarah peetne lage…Mai paglo ki tarah chilla raha tha mere chillane ki awaj sun ker ek senior uthe aur boli awaj nahi maderchod aur mere muh pe khade ho gaye fir us senior ne mujhe ulta leta ke mere gaand pe na jane kitne belt chalaye mai dard se kaamp raha tha mere puri body laal ho gaye the…Tabhi sabne apne apne lapde utar diye …Aur mujhe sidha leta ker ek senior mere lund pe apna pair chalane lage payal apne nails se mere body. " I suppose the other explanation is that he's playing silly mind games. He would guess that saying something like that to Piers would get back to me." That's not his style, but who knows? The quicker we get to next Wednesday and this is behind us the better."I paused for a second or two, there seemed nothing else to say about Peter Fucking Davies, so I asked, "Well, how are you?" and our conversation drifted into a general chatty update.After we'd said our goodbyes, and I'd put the phone down,.