The lack of sex left Amber with headaches and restlessness. She loved fucking, but she hated the fact that the only way she could earn a decent living...is to sell her body to desperate, horny men. She closed her eyes as her small hand slid down into her state-issue panties. Her troubles drifted away as her thoughts came to the correctional officer who let his fingertips linger a little too long on her body when searching her. She noticed his breath quicken the back of her neck, and recognized. When God created the universe, Fitz wondered, did He plan to make something as beautiful as Twisting Triangle Pose? Fitz’s left shoulder was stiff and he absently rolled it forward and back. Drinking his juice, he recalled the reedy, twenty year old math major he’d met about fifteen years earlier at a loud, steamy party in Washington, DC. * With fair skin, thick black hair, smoldering dark eyes, and full lips, he’d found her striking. Fitz wouldn’t tell her that; not that night, anyway. Friends. I was traveling from my Home city to north India with one of my friends as I was graduating in a university from Northern India. It was around 7 in the morning. When I woke up I saw this lady with huge assets. I jumped out of my seat went to washroom got myself fresh and came back to my seat coz I don’t wanna miss the glance. I was sitting in Side Lower berth and she was sitting in lower berth. She is a Marathi. Maybe with 27 or 28 years of age and damn hot. I wanted to have sex with her from. I gave at the fucking office." George, I know what happened with April last night." I don't know what you're talking about." 'Jeezus, ' I thought. 'I knew the rumor mill worked fast in this school, but not *that* fast.'"Don't play that game with me, you dumb shit! Open the door!" All right, all right." I jumped down from my bed, threw on a pair of boxers, and unlocked the door.Rob practically slammed the door open, took two steps forward, and smacked me on the forehead, right where I had bumped.