I caressed the smooth skin I had discovered, like an explorer marveling over a chest of golden coins. His skin was pale and soft. The perfume of his v...ry being clouded my thoughts and it wasn't until his wandering hands found me again, that I was pulled from my reverie. He kissed me simply on the mouth. No grand gestures and attempts to impress me. Finally, a man that realized what it was about. I ran my hands down his torso and paused, thumbs resting about the line of his trousers, still. Shedrops her robe and slowly slips on the bangled dress. It is short,white and skin tight. At the top and bottom of the dress there arelarge sequin like objects sewn to it and the pattern slowly disperses asit reached the middle of the dress. The unique thing about the designis the single sleeve. Jenny is over the top once she gets it on."Oh my god! This is beautiful! This is the most gorgeous dress I Haveever worn!" Jenny squeals out. She profusely thanks Lauren for thedress. Lauren. Yes, I'm going to do something to help her, if I can. I hope I can." He paused and listened. "Thanks. I'll talk to you later." He hung up the phone and looked at Clarke. Inside Out's manager pointed at the tallest of the female athletes on the TV. "Please tell me that's not who I think it is." It's her, Doug," Clarke confirmed. The woman was an infrequent patron of Inside Out and Doug's favorite athlete. Like Erika Christensen, she was a woman about whom Clarke believed his boss was a bit too. The man next to me introduced himself to me and said that his name is SALMAN and he said he works as a labour in dumping yard . he said he came to ONGOLE for his friends marriage and asked my name. I replied him my name is NIKITHA . He smiled and kept on talking something or the other. After some time we stopped the chat. It was night 8:30 pm the bus was dark as the lights were switched off… I was seeing out and enjoying the nature in the dark with sparkling lights… I saw my next man SALMAN.