Pretending as knowing nothing, I wished her when she was about to board the bus. She was surprised by our (me and Ashok) presence over there.Keerthi: ...ey guys, what were you doing here? Are you guys going to your native? (With her trademark smile)Me: No mam, we were going to Ooty. Ashok had won in a promotional contest and they offered him a two day trip to Ooty.Sanj: Do you know them, mam? It seems like I have seen them, but not familiar. (Pretending as we are unknown to her)Keerthi: They are. Reassured by not having castrated Brent with a beard trimmer (was that possible? Emma felt the urge to shudder but suppressed it), she moved a bit quicker with the next bunch of pubic fur.Several more passes and his mound was bare. She ran her fingertips across the skin to check out her handiwork. The electric razor, as Jess had warned her, did not get it bowling ball smooth like she was used to, but it was much better than the shrubbery that had been there five minutes earlier.In the meantime,. He pressed closed-lip kisses to her neck and collarbones, tasting their sweat on her skin and savoring the salty tang. He drifted in her arms, not yet asleep, yet not awake. She enjoyed the complete press of his body against hers, and the feel of his hair in her fists and his breath ghosting on her collarbone. She combed out his hair, and let him drift, knowing it wouldn’t last long enough. He would always get up, press a kiss into her lips and put on his scrubs, and slip out of her room with. As we talked I realized that Gord was just an ordinary guy, gay but down to earth. Why had I expected less? Preconceived ideas? I am not certain but I am glad I was wrong. We made plans for me to meet him at his work the next time I was in the city. A couple of weeks went by and although Gord was not my main focus I had not forgot about him. Finally my boss sent me towards the city. If you know your service well enough you could complete the entire eight hour work load in five and a half to six.