He then leaned his head towards me and spoke. A husky voice, deep and macho. “I didn’t get your name the last time. Mine is Tony.”“Liliana,�... I said in a shaky voice. He offered me his coat; which I gladly took and we talked. He’s face very close to mine. “How was your day, what do you do, How long have you done it, blah blah blah.”I was freakin’ going crazy. I wanted to ask him if he was single or married, but resisted the temptation. I wanted to touch his face and plant a heated kiss on. On saturday morning i getting calls and i was disturbed and picked the final call. It was from pooja again checking whether i was at residence or not. While sleeping only i told yes and cut the call. Within 40 mins, my room bell was rang. And with much disturbed mood, i got up and opened the door…To my surprise, i saw a young lady greeting as “hi…good morning…i am pooja, financial advisor”, dressed in a pink top with opened buttons and a black jeans with a bag. Suddenly a high definition. ..”He relaxed on the bed, every squeeze of her fingers making sparks fly in his brain, his eyelids fluttering as he stared at the ceiling in an attempt to stave off the pleasure. He had heard someone say that you should do math problems during sex to take your mind off it if you wanted to last longer. He tried to imagine the equations in his head, but he couldn’t think straight, the feeling of her silky fur as she teased his balls drawing all of his focus.She kissed his hip again, her puffy. I figured that was about as good as it was going to get, so I shoved the lighter back in my pocket, and promptly fell asleep. The sun had just passed its zenith when all hell broke loose. I was curled up in my corner, soundly dead but still aware of my surroundings, and Courtney was tossing and turning on the floor next to me when a male voice blared over a speaker, DARRICK THATCHER! COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP! hearing the person outside use my full name was surprising enough to jar me to.