“Fifteen,” the Wall Street veteran advised.“Okay! Fifteen hundred.”“No. Fifteen thousand.”“Can I be your niece,” she chortled.Shanna t...pped her keyboard. She had Lavar sign the forms via the electronic pad. She printed copies for his records.Lavar went back to the tennis courts that evening. This time he played one set of doubles. Tyler and a butch-looking, off-duty female cop. Against him and the other guy Tyler was playing the first day he stopped to ask about a league. The obvious lesbian. I've talked to many women on the line. Never really exchanged numbers with any of them. Most of these women are being cautious sometimes too cautious. Not really ready to open up to anyone. Maybe if they listen to my posted greeting they might just open up a little bit. Two days ago a lady named Marisol sent me a message along with her phone number. I called the number. "may I speak to Marisol?" I asked. "I'm sorry but you have the wrong number." she replied. "may I asked whose number I dialed. A big lady was standing in front of us demanding answers. We just stood there without saying anything. I felt awkward and vulnerable standing stark naked in front of this big lady, with just my jewelery and otherwise not even a thread of cloth on me to cover even an inch of my body. “You two”, she said, pointing at those two ladies, “go back to guest house now”. They scrambled along, away from us without even a second glance.“You come with me and walk ahead”, she said to me, pointing to the. Swarna was a living Cinderella and we were free to talk on anything under the sun, as usual I trapped her into the celestial event of women making love to one another initially she was hesitant to comment on the subject but I made her feel comfortable and pulled her into it. Unknowingly our bodies touched each other’s slowly but surely the FIRE was ignited and we were heated by as time passed. I made it a point to speak to her on this subject at least once in a day. I swept her off her feet the.