“Yes,” I said.I looked up and it was the busty woman from before I walked into the building. My nervousness grew even worse. Her perfume was so al...uring and so was her colors: red and tan. “Follow me,” she said softly."I'm Erica by the way."My mind started to wonder while she walked in front of me. I couldn’t help but think about having her stocking feet stroke my dick until I came all over her chest.“Stop,” I thought to myself. “Don’t think that way; it won’t ever happen in a million years."We. "Your wife ... She said..." Her eyes flick to Betty's headstone, and then jerk quickly away. "She said you could help me." Help you?" I stare at her, at a loss for words. My placid uneventful Sunday evening is gone, and this child is the thief. Why on Earth would Betty have encouraged this strange girl to come to me for help, and, more importantly, why is she here now, when Betty is gone? I feel like saying something scathing; a cutting remark that will complete the half finished job of scaring. I came down but again as I came down I had to sit down immediately as I was again up for her. Then after some time, people in my compartment started to talk about politics, demonetization, etc. Even I shared my comments on demonetization. And during this conversation, we made eye contacts a lot of times. She also seemed to enjoy watching me. Then we all her husband (Ramesh), her (Shalini) and myself introduced each other. Her husband was more interested in politics than her. He didn’t even. "My car is the black SUV with the tinted windows in the parking lot next to here. I'll have the lights on, OK?" OK."Pulling on her fur coat and stepping to leave the room, she said to Tracy, "See ya in a few!"***Miss K's black SUV wove its way through the sluggish rush hour traffic, and Hot 97 was quietly playing on the stereo. Tracy sat back again the door, her jean clad legs open in her friend's direction."So, Miss K, um, you seem kinda cocky there! And I'm not referring to your dick, you.