Nothing happened, then?”“No.”“Do you still want something to happen?”I wondered where this question was coming from. As my mind pondered tha... question, my mouth engaged of its own volition to answer hers. “You know ... not really. I mean, I’m a guy, so from that aspect ... but ... no. She’s not really my type.” I also wasn’t sure I liked the idea of being revenge sex, but that was a separate conversation.I heard a sharp intake of breath ... followed by a long silence ... and a very slow release. I reached home, put my bike inside, I told her; Give me the keys I will get your car back, she handed me the key, held my hand and said; Thank you, Rahul, you are a savior. I just smiled at her and said its nothing and began walking back towards her car.I changed the tire and brought back her car, put it in her car park and knocked on her door. It’s all done; just get the tire fixed soon so that you will have a spare again.She thanked me and said why you don’t come over for dinner, I can thank. .. everyone walks over me, but I canget out of this thing. But if I stand up to a family of British snobs,then their queer son might fall in love with me and want to keep me?" Not just Daphne," Virginia giggled. "Donna practically creamed herpanties last night during your little speech. Even Deborah, thoughyou're much too young for her. ... And you can't get out of this thing,wimp or not. ... Oh yeah, that 'papers to get to' was pretty good. Iused it last night after you left. It worked. Once, Loretta nearly moaned-me punching my fingers up the slit of the young kitten-but I sharply spoke over her, asking Todd about his portfolio and his recommended picks. Whatever, just to keep him talking. And after he started ranting, I shoved into Loretta even harder, with a third finger (all the while massaging Lisa's butterscotch pussy with a lilting caress).Needless to say, I couldn't wait to get out of there, book a room and do all the nastiest things imaginable to these classy.