So I stared at the thing for a while.And then I called May from CareSpan.I know I went back to our hotel, picked up luggage, paid the bill, did stuff ...n town and finally got on a train, changing, I assume, in Leeds, and eventually got back to London. I don't remember any of it. Not a thing. Except that I found myself walking down a platform at Kings Cross, even then only vaguely aware of the crowds of people amongst me, the various obstacles and obstructions that always seem to be scattered. Madam: come pa.We reached taxi stand and time has come bid bye.Me: this is my number, it’s nice talking with you.Madam: ok ok. I will give a missed call.I told bye and take care.After boarding taxi, she asked why don’t you come to the bus stand along with us. From there you can go. I was supposed to go by another route, since she asked I readily agreed and sat with her. It’s hardly 5 min journey from the railway station to bus stand.As the taxi started I touched her hand without the knowledge. But with time, she stopped doing so. I don’t know if she forgets or if she felt free around me but my purpose of watching her cleavage got fulfilled. How much ever I tried, I couldn’t get a much deeper view.It’s just a small part of her cleavage that I get to see due to her decent dressing and even that makes me hard. I always wanted to see her naked completely. But I know that would just remain a dream forever.My semester exams were nearing and I was well versed with everything beforehand. I. Before she could answer, Morales suddenly stopped, leaned well forward with his hands on his knees and his head down, obviously on the verge of throwing up.“Don’t stop,” Diana snapped out.“I’m done. I don’t have anymore,” he gasped.“I don’t care. Move. Come on, Morales. It’s important not to stop abruptly like that. You need to walk down after a run, but we haven’t even gone a half-mile. Now, let’s go,” she insisted as she took his arm and pulled.“Oh, shit. They told me you were a slave.