’ I took a step back from the girl, forcing distance between us just in time for third party to enter into the room. The boy was young and beautiful...��at least, by someone’s standards. It was the look that lingered in his eyes that I had noticed in few others. Vladimir Nabokov called them ‘nymphet’s.’ I called them degenerates. This one was quiet and shy, and he knew better than to meet my eyes as he slipped across the floor towards the girl. I watched him closely as he took her hands in his own. .i will drop Chaya till bus stand and I will to home as well….I picked her and went towards her house KR puram…. She was arguing for everything saying she loves me… etc….. she started to torture me….. when we were approaching near house there was a underpass… she told me stop there…. It was around 11.30 PM ….. I stoped my vehicle…. She get down of it… started to kissingmee….Chaya: I want you raj.. I cant leave without you….Me: fine……Chaya: kissing me… love you raj..Me: Opened my pant zip…. Tony leaned back, poking his head in the door. "Dunno," he answered. "Nice ass though."Mark couldn't help but agree. The tall blonde did have a remarkably nice posterior. She wasn't quite thin enough to be called slender, but she was well toned with shapely legs and a narrow waist. Mark could tell she was into fitness. Her curves, on the other hand, were just short of buxom, with a chest that showed even through a loose blazer and a round rump. Her hair was pale as platinum and up in a French. “Patient is in serious condition and severely dehydrated. The injuries sustained correspond to physical abuse. I must consult a doctor.”A person answering out of my field of view. “You consult no one. Do your job; fix him up so he looks presentable.”I said: “Robot, I am Cadet Eric Olafson. I am held without charges and I have been tortured. Contact my superior officer, Commander Letsgo and file a report on my condition.”“Acknowledged.”A bright flash hit the robot and the machine fell over in a.