He continued to stare with that same enigmatic smirk for so long that she became self conscious and almost dropped her hand. And then he took an asser...ive step forward and grasped her hand firmly in his. "Hi," he said. "I'm Mr. Smith." Somethng about the way introduced himself as Mr. Smith instead of less formally with his first name, combined with his firm grip on her hand which he showed no sign of relinquishing, gave her a feeling . . . like he was trying to establish some kind of dominance. Fuck, he thinks, when I think it's an old bastard who's banging that bomb!- Are you okay?" she asked. Did you find it all right?She did not wait for his answer.- You don't have to worry about pool maintenance, we pay a company to take care of it. Just pick up the dead leaves from time to time with the net. Philippe is a maniac for cleanliness. You clean up here and there, a few hours a week, and we give you an envelope at the end of each day. Okay? Oh, yeah, just one thing. Are you leaving this. Mujhe station ka pata nai chal raha tha to sath me khade ek admi se poocha to usne bataya ki mere wale train dusre platform pe aayege…Maine chala gaya waha…Waha comparatively cum bherd thi.. Main waha kahda ho gaya aur wait karne laga…Maine thore der me notice kiya ki ek bandi mere bagal me kadi hai…Wo dekhne me maal thi…Main usko thore thore der pe dekh raha tha…Jada gori nai thi per figure mast tha uska…Nd her breasts were humble but firm…Mujhe kafi achi lagi dekhne me wo…Maine thore der. Her full lips are parted slightly exposing gleaming white teeth and her coal-black hair falls in tight dreadlocks halfway down her back. From her ears dangle gold loops and a matching gold necklace hangs above her lovely breasts. Gold bracelets and rings adorn her arms and fingers and a gold anklet circles her delicate ankle. She is wearing a short leopard print mini and her on her feet she is wearing strapless pumps. She is the perfect image of an African goddess, I think, and I am speechless.