We all left the college at 1 PM on a Thursday afternoon, we were to return to Bangalore by Monday morning. We had reached the homestay by 7 PM. We all...were shown our dorms and were laid upon some ground rules. We could bunk in any of the rooms allocated to our bunch. We were free to go around the lake at night and do as we please. All of us gathered for dinner and drinks over a bonfire. It was getting late and the folks were singing and dancing around the bonfire. I’m not the kind who likes. I love tight jeans on big women. On some of them, it’s a hot look. I approached Farah and asked her for directions, and she called my bluff because she’d seen me inside the school library plenty of times and wasn’t about to buy my story. I had a lame tale about being lost and looking for the data center archives. Farah looked at me with raised eyebrows and smiled. I smiled too. I introduced myself. Dwight Hollister. Born and raised in the City of Boston, Massachusetts. My father, Devon. That guy would be the only guy besides my husband to have me.Me: Woah that very bold of you. You sure about all this?P: Yea I’m sure, I want that guy to be youMe: what? Seriously ?P: of course, I trust you and I do like youMe: you damn sure? ( though I was putting up such a defense, inside my mind was already going crazy. I started to look at her with lust and follow the curves of her body, her toes that I wanted to kiss, her heels that I wanted to lick and smell )I get up and take her hand and. The police will be by to see you, madam." Wait!" said Miss Gomez."Too late," answered Harvey quietly.The dark-haired woman was escorted out in a flash. Mona's hands began to tremble. She felt like a fly in a spider's web with no where to go or hide."Shall we continue?" said Harvey dealing the cards and smiling as if nothing had happened.Mona stared at the lone chip in front of her. She would have to use it as ante for this hand. Tears began to well up in her eyes. The blonde had only two chips.