So its our daily routine now. I used to flirt with her and she also liking it. We exchange our numbers. Times goes and we are now very good friends.We...chat and talk a lot on phone, where we used to share 18+ msgs, she was very happy when I used to send her msgs like these.One night I was chatting with her and she told me send your pic now.Me- why?Jyoti- cmon bhejo naI send, where I wore shorts and sando.Jyoti- whistle! Hot lag rhe hoMe- tumse to kam he. Aap bhu bhejoJyoti- usne shorts and top. ”“What has you up so early, Miles,” Manny got down to brass tax.“Just couldn’t sleep. You know.”“Obviously. Tell me what’s on your mind son.”“Papi...I...I feel like it’s so much.”“What’s so much?”“It’s just...It’s that I’ve got half the district pissed at me for prosecuting a Black guy over the death of a white gay dude. The other half thinks I should have handled it locally on gone after tougher charges. I didn’t think it was a good idea for my Office to do this. I didn’t want it to impact the. My cheek accidentally touched her earlobe and soon I was rubbing my cheek against hers. This smooth brushing of skin against skin, over and over again. ‘I feel dizzy.’ I said. ‘I feel... amazing. This is that drink, maybe I need to drink some more.’ I turned to Sander, but in doing so Babs and I fell over onto the bed. ‘Do you have more?’ I asked. ‘More muscle juice.’ ‘Not today.’ He said. ‘Maybe tomorrow, maybe not. I don’t know.’ On the other bed Riley was now dry humping the. I'll be damned if I'm going it alone."I had kissed her softly on the cheek to soften the faux blow."Besides," I had cooed, "you deserve it."There was more champagne and canapés when we arrived, plus an honest-to-God string quartet in the main salon and a harpist in the smaller 'Conservatory' — what, once upon a time, had been the Reference Room. This was rare air, even for someone who has been in the corporate culture for a while. There is something intimidating about rubbing elbows with people.