Raman was around 35 and was basically from Surat, and was working in our firm for the past 2 years.On Saturday evening around 7 pm, I was at his flat ...oor, rang the doorbell and Raman opened the door thanked me for coming and allowed me inside and shut the door. I had brought a bottle of the Blue Label and gave it to him for which he said, “Why did you bother to bring it, my bar counter is full. Thanks anyway.”We both sat on the sofa and Raman poured us both the Blue Label and we were enjoying. "You can bunk near the fire." She handed me an old quilt and smiled. I couldn't tell if she was fifteen or thirty-five. She was very plain and not very big, but she certainly was a woman.I stayed awake for awhile with my feet up toward the fire, enjoying the warmth. Maybe around two, with the moon almost across the sky, I pulled off my boots and rolled in, fully dressed. About the time I dropped off there was a knock at the front door and plaintive voice calling, "Nancy, oh Nancy."I stood with. "You're doing fine." I like being right on top, but with our baby bump in the way..."Crystal shook her head. This was feeling too good for her to think, but this was a very practical question about what they were doing. She was willing to think about that."Sometimes we do it from behind. You can get really deep that way. Or we can do it lying on our sides. You don't get as deep that way, but I don't think you have that problem. That thing of yours can get deep just by itself."He thought about. /No fucking way! /“Gaaahhh!!!” I feel him spilling into me as I release…and collapse, exhausted….. I suddenly wake up, and sit up with a start…I am sitting at my desk, dressed in my office clothes../What the hell?/ and find myself wondering if all of tonight was just a crazy dream. The slight throbbing in my wrist blows that theory to hell, and I unbutton my shirt cuff to take a look. He cleaned me up, I must have been a mess…There is a neat little bandage on my wrist, alongside the marks from.