Why on earth would I subject myself to sweating myself back to a melted mess? A little ashamed, but hot enough to ignore the nagging feeling I should ...o something productive, I headed back to bed with the idea of reading a book and seeing if any motivation strikes me to do anything (yeah, right, Aly…). Towel dropped carelessly onto the bedroom carpet, pulling a pair of panties on while my other hand reached for the dial labeled “Maximum A/C”… Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. It’s a text from Mike, who. I was getting bored with no company for fun. I was browsing through internet when I came across an advertisement on a classified, a couple from America was in Bangalore and need some good company to travel and see places.I was quiet free in those days and contacted them. They called me to meet me and after meeting we mutually agreed to spent some days out of Bangalore. I was surprised to see the couple as the man was of quiet an age somewhere around 50, but her so called sexy wife was not more. " she said, finally."Do you?" he asked. "Aren't you even a little bit lonely?" He looked her in the eye. "Miranda, talk to me. You can trust me. I'm your big brother." Oh, Marcus, what do you want me to say? That I'm heartbroken that nobody is going to ask me to the Prom?" she said bitterly. "Well, guess what, I'm glad none of those idiots we go to school with have ever shown interest in me. They can have their bimbo airhead sluts, too." she sniffed."And you would never stoop to their level.". I thought it was one of your jokes,” Claire said. “Are you really asking me to go out to dinner?” she said.“Yeah, I thought that was what we were talking about,” I couldn’t look at her pretty eyes when I said it.“It is just kind of weird. Most guys would prefer to skip dinner and just get straight to fucking. It may be novel, sure, but don’t ask me where I want to go. Just take me,” she said.“When would you like to go?” I asked with a hopeful expression.“Am I the first girl you’ve ever asked.