'Bout me."I said, "Yeah, I saw that. Bet you thought I wasn't paying attention."Her smile turned a little dry. Her eyes looked right into mine. "So. D...nner."I folded my arms and said, "Yeah. Just a simple place. Nothing fancy. Quiet. You can wear what you have now. Good Italian food, though. Not crowded, usually. We can have a little ravioli. They make real Italian ravioli over there in their kitchen, hand made." Yeah? Ravioli, huh?"I made a small square with my fingers. "Yeah, you know, little. My white shirt collar and underarms were getting sweatsoaked. I paced back and forth in the muggy station, dodging people and getting liberally cursed in hot headed New York style.Finally, finally, Martha appeared at five twenty, trying her best to run in her heels and straight skirt. It was amazing: I was hot, sweaty, tired, and flustered, and the sight of her had me instantly in love and horny. I thought I could be half dead, my arms and legs cut off, and I'd still get horny looking at. My parents got a mutual divorce 1 year ago as they both were having an affair. This incident happened about four months ago, I was disgusted by her option because she was a COO at a private journalism company and maintained herself very well, she was one of those women use to really really hated being called old I mean she dint look like a forty year to me and others cause she use hit the gym regularly, wore all types cloths and had a different class. Well back to the story I was going tell. Maine uski tarafh dekha who muskara kar boli ,mujhe 10 hazar rupees ke jaroorat hai maine kaha theek hai mai de dunga ,lakin mujhe is ke badele me kya milaiga ,woh muskra kar boli jo aap chaho ,aap mere kam aaie ho ,mai aap ke kaam aungi,maine kaha theek hai ,aur maine apne pocket se 10 hazar rs. nikal kar table me rakh diye aur kaha aaj se hum dono dost hai,aur maine us se hhath milaya ,jaise he usne hhath age kiya ,maine uska hhath kheej kar apne gale se laga liya aaur uske 36 inche boobs ko.