Whether you danced across the floor alone or with another woman, or you nestled in my arms to the slower songs, every touch, every glance made my hear... beat faster, my breath come quicker. Now I have you, here before the entire city, and you are mine."The smaller woman leaned back against her companion. She felt the hands on her hips begin to move in languid circles, moving slowly down her thighs until the fingers caught the hem of her dress. Slowly those fingers danced up, pausing to caress. At that very moment I had to decide which way to go, should I let her see how freaky I am or laugh it off and thank her for delivering my mail. Of course I had to try the former. I smiled and asked her if she always handled her packages with care because mine could use some TLC. She looked a little serious for a second so I assumed I failed until she asked me what size the package was because if it fits it ships. So I replied its a relatively thick package about 8 inches in length but if you. “So, Mrs. Madhu when are you going to the sea?” I asked keeping the ball rolling.“I don’t know, I was supposed to go with my husband but he went there with his friends, those motherfuckers! They are probably playing cards now, drinking beer while I am stuck up here in this fucking store”I was shocked, I have never seen Mrs. Madhu so angry. She was blushing and her voice sounded so exciting, I just couldn’t wait anymore.“Well, Mrs. Madhu, your husband is a jerk, if I were him I would love to. Selling d**gs, and murdering rival gang members was a like second nature to him. Jay always said that being in a gang was the closest thing he ever had to a family. He and his fellow gang members shared a since of brotherly love; they would protect each other, support each other and would kill or die for one another. At the age of 17 and young preacher took an interest in Jay and convinced him to join a mentoring program. Jay's mentor was a 32 year old accountant, with a troubled past. He took.