It was made even worse because in my last year at school, as a sex-obsessed eighteen-year-old I’d had a couple of “wank buddies”. Boys at school...I masturbated and hand jobbed with, to relieve my sexual frustrations. My parents of course knew nothing about them. I desperately missed masturbating with other boys, especially the delicious hand jobs.My university sex life degenerated to a staple diet of masturbation over porn magazines mostly classic Fiesta and Men Only magazines “borrowed” from my. I had been stealing money quietly just for this time. I went outside of the room carrying my clothes and walking on tiptoes silently making my way to the kitchen towards the bundle of cash that I had hidden inside the cookie jar. It was 238 dollars and 76 cents to be right. After dressing up and wearing my shoes, I pocketed the money and checked my clock. 12:45, exactly as planned. I then silently went outside our house and ran.I never even looked back to the place I had been calling home since. She asked me please tell. I just told that why are you struggling hard to cover your chudidar? Whatever is there I have already seen. She asked me what did you see? I said whatever you try to cover that I have seen. She just moved her head down shyly and told me that after yesterday unknowingly my hand is going there.Later on in the evening while going back to home, I just asked her can I ask you something. If you don’t mind she told you ask. I asked her do you have black mole in your chest?. You may remember in the first IndianaJones movie, the place with all the booby traps?Well, this temple had real ones, and it cost us three good men settingthem off.So it was with a smaller and much more pissed off crew that we got tothe main area of the temple, and for the first time I caught a look atthis goddess we were trying to get to do us a favor.I thought, "Okay so she looked like a cross between a cat and a woman,so what?"Dr. Felis set things up. while I felt ridiculous standing right.