Usne jab mujhe chodh liya meri hi seat par mere upar aakar. Kehta jaa bhar se apne kapde le aa. Mein jaisi hi door khola vaha kuch ladko ne mujhe dekh... par meine fatafat kapde utha kar door band karliya.Ek papa ke friend hai jinse mein bahot baar chudh chuki hu. Jab ramesh uncle humare ghar aye the pehli baar wo jis tareeke se mujhe dekh rahe the mein ussi time samaj gyi thi. Mene choti si dress pehni hui thi red color ki drink karke ghar me enter kara kareeban 12 baje. Dekha uncle mere papa ke. E. Brown and not before 4pm.”“Ruben?” asked Sindy with a small voice.His mind flashed back to the scene where he had blatantly had checked out her physique, remembering her sad looking face and her bright red lips in particular. He was not sure what she was playing at and didn’t want to get in trouble again.He took a deep breath before he replied, trying to keep his voice as neutral as possible, “Yes Sindy?”“Please don’t fuck up.”His mouth fell open hearing the sentence, having great trouble to. The morning could not come quick enough, and I awoke horny and wet, but I restrained the temptation to touch myself, these powerful urges I was feeling would provide me with the impetus to confront him, and in a single frame of mind I left me house and went to the bus stop and awaited his arrival.My bus came and I boarded it, angry, frustrated, and disappointed, he had not come for the first time in the four weeks I had known him, and the envelope still in my pocket with my demands, remained. All in all he’d knocked out sixteen pages before quitting for the day and going out to the local diner and having their blue-plate special—meatloaf, mashed potatoes and carrots for dinner. ________________________________________ The Gaby Brasserie Française proudly dominated the entrance of the Sofitel New York on 44 W. 45th St. (Fifth & Sixth Avenues to those unfamiliar with New York City.) Its façade gleamed in the dappled sunlight, emerging with gothic splendor from behind the trees.