It was a rainy Saturday and rains in Pune create a hill station kind of atmosphere. Many students didn’t turn up, so the class got canceled. I direc...ly went to the library to focus on my projects. After sometime comes the heroine of my story – Poonam.Poonam was a slim Marathi girl 5’5″ height, fair, and with assets 34B-26-32. She always greets me with a smile. She came to me to help her in Engineering Graphics. Who would say NO to that, I readily agreed.I still remember she was wearing a red. I couldn’t believe she was standing there topless, not that I could see anything except the tiniest bit of sideboob though. Her breast jiggled as she put on an old oversized t-shirt and I couldn't help but stare at her body.It got even better when she unbuttoned her jeans, sliding them over her hips and letting them fall to the ground. I was just able to catch a glimpse of her purple lace panties and firm ass before her shirt fell down and covered her back up. Done undressing, she turned. I like coke and crack, mostly crack.”“You mean, you’re a crackhead?”“Don’t make it sound so privileged why don’t cha.Yes, I snort, and I smoke - but only when I go out dancing or to a bar.”“So you’re smoking tonight? At the bar?”“I hide myself a little better than that, but generally, I have a great time. Shit, the stuff I smoke is my medicine.”“A doctor prescribed it to you? That doctor ought to have his license to practice revoked.”“I don’t think you understand,” she said with a sigh. “Have. Actually, the liferaft wasn't much better after a couple of weeks."She sounded like my kind of man, too. She and Webb were both square pegs that didn't fit into nice round holes. I softened my voice. "How was space?" Beautiful, but there's too much of it. I really don't want to do that again."We talked for awhile about the system and the natives before I let her go. She confirmed the reports that Maiden Castle's AI had developed a translation routine that was good enough to follow their.