.mujhe bahut sare mail mile the aap logo ke..unhi me se ek mail tha sunita ke naam se …wo mere hi city ki rahne wali hai..sunita naam badla hua hai ...osto kyunki aap to jante hai na mai kisi ki privacy kharab nahi karta…usne mujhseFriendship karne ki baat kahi or kaha ki hum sirf dost rahenge..usne meri story padhi thi jo use bahut jada pasand aayi thi..par wo mujhse sex nahi karna chahti thi par bad me usne khud mujhse kaha ki wo darti thi kahi kisi ko pata na chal jaye ki mere uske sex. A torrent of thoughts went through my mind, until I heard a buzz from from my phone. I went over to look at it. It was a message from K. I gulped and opened it. MY CHAIR IS IN MY ROOM! Do you expect me to crawl everywhere! I could imagine the fumes coming off her face.I realized my mistake and slowly crept out of my room and into hers, bringing the chair back to the living room with a guilty look plastered on to my face. As I walked in the room I could feel her stare piercing through my soul. I. The tables were still set with crisply positioned linens, still presented with orderly precision, and still decorated with fresh and colorful flowers. The railroad dining car tradition was still quite alive.The scents of food being freshly prepared wafted from the kitchen and he felt his stomach lightly grumble at the prospect of having another delicious meal aboard an Amtrak train- hopefully with the company to go with it. The sounds of the kitchen highlighted the still fully staffed nature of. She asked if she could get me anything. I asked her to make me a run and coke. When she brought it out to me she was acting strange. When she sat down I noticed her shorts were wet. I was hard as a rock. She did notice me hard to and I kept trying to play it off. I sat down drank my drink and talked a little more. I kept noticing she was moving her hand around. Everything seemed wierd. I asked her what it was in her hand. She said just a remote. But she kept clicking it. Then she would squirm.