She watched her slink over to the bar as graceful as a gazelle, and Cris felt like a lion stalking its prey. It wasn’t often that Cris felt complete...y consumed by a woman she didn’t even know, hell it was actually never. But this woman had captivated her since she’d first come into The Playhouse the first Friday of September. It was now the end of October and she’d been there every Friday since.Cris watched as Rhonda, one of the bartenders, handed her what looked to be a martini. She smiled. " I said, and went to my computer. Her page was a bookmark on my browser. I showed her the picture. When I turned back, she was covering up her torso with her hospital gown."You're showing me your porno? You sick freak!" she spat at me."Oh, I might be sick, but come on; I am not the one uploading the pictures." That's bullshit. You have no proof." That's ok. I heard your boss put you here. Lets see how he feels about his closest employee uploading nudes. You think he won't believe me?" I...". He must sense it as he takes my hand in his and softly squeezes it, which instantly makes me feel calmer.When we arrive, I check us in and we make our way towards our room, which is on the top floor. As we step inside, we both gasp at the sight before us. We’re situated on the corner of the building and have full-length windows to two of the sides, providing the most incredible panoramic view of the city, which is beautifully illuminated below us. It’s simply breath-taking and we stand there in. The incident with her Father:We are usually chatting about sex and I asked her accidentally or incidentally how many times you have seen a man dick, she said three names “Naveen” “My brother” and with a long gap “My father”.I was shell-shocked and asked her to explain how it happened with her father and she explained it When she is in tenth class once her father came home fully drunk and changed his dress to Lungi… No one was in the home except her father… He requested my jaan to press his legs.