“How’s the coffee coming along?” “I’ll be right with you.” Matt was visibly relieved and immediately headed back to the kitchen to fini...h his job. While he was gone Fliss steeled herself for the moments ahead, from the bold girl who walked to his door, to the meek entrance and now the shock of her discovery, her mind was racing, but she knew there was an opportunity here and hoped she was brave and skillful enough to take it. When Matt brought their coffee he handed a cup to Fliss, smiled. “Sawat Dee Khrap,” I answered, and tried to wai. I had figured out that much from watching and listening to others. Plus we’d had a short orientation class in Thai culture the day that I arrived.“Would you like a drink?” I asked in English, as I didn’t have the words in Thai, and certainly not in Khamer.“Yes, thank you,” she answered in very good English. “Cola.”I got the attention of one of the waitresses and ordered her a cola. She had certainly surprised me with her English.“Do you dance?”. Hum dono ne aapne kapde fir se pehan liye aur class mein chale gaye kyunki chutti hone wali thi. Chutti hone se pehle aman ne mujhe kaha ki sunday ko mere parents marriage mein jaane waale hain aur uska chota bhai bahar khelne chala jayega to tum aa jaana. Hum ghar chale gaye. Woh din aa hi gaya jiska mujhe besabri se intezaar tha. Main aman ke ghar gaya to usne pink colour ka tight kameez aur light pink colour ki salwar pehni thi. Dekh ke to mera lund baba ji behosh hi ho gaye. Main ander. When I’m on my own however, I begin to write. When writing, I feel this enormous amount of ideas entire my head, but unfortunately don’t have time to write them all down before they disappear. As an author, this can get pretty annoying, and I’m sure many other authors will agree with me on that one. But for that one perfect idea, I begin to write it, often deleting massive chunks of the writing to try and get it to my very best. As the descriptive writing blossoms into erotic, hardcore,.