They both then turned and headed to the parking lot where a waiting limousine took them off into the night. My heart broke a little; maybe they were s...ill together after all. ---*--- An hour later I was sitting at my table alone, watching the parking lot in vain for signs of Marks return. The pool area where the after party had been was empty apart from soda cans, beer bottles and a couple of roadies trying to get lucky with some chain–smoking groupies. I went to Jeff’s room quietly to see if. I pull into the lot and try to hide my car. But there is no good place to hide. I start back out of the driveway when a black very hot sports car pulls in. I try to see if I can see the driver. But the side windows are smoked and I cannot make out who is in the car. I wait for the car to pass. The car pulls in and then leaves. I wait a few minutes and leave. I need to go to the restroom. I drive down the road to the first gas station and pull in. I rush past the clerk. He is all of nineteen. I. My native place is Guntur. I am a loner and do not try to make much friends. In the work place also, I do like to keep myself confined to my cubicle. My TL is good woman, she understands me but often advise me to be an active team player for a successful career. I am a pretty woman. Men really try to impress me wherever I go. They play all kinds of tricks to grab the attention of me. It is just that I do not get impressed by their monkey acts. I am impressed by. I have to walk on the path the bus comes from. The only problem with the walk is that I have to stay on the sidewalk. I have to follow the path. I'm going. I can't move my hands from my side. The only thing on my body is high heels, that's all. I stepped out onto the sidewalk and heard cars, my heart started beating a little faster. I was trying to walk the 2 blocks fast enough to beat the buses. I could feel the wind blowing next to me over my naked body making me harder than I was. Listed to.