I told him what had happened (obviously without mentioning that I was watching a porn movie) and he started inspecting the DVD player and the TV.As th... TV repairman went about doing his work, I sat on a chair and looked at him. He was about 5’10”, lean, had a slightly dark complexion, lush black hair, and a mustache. He was wearing a soiled white shirt and black trousers.I was in my blue superman t-shirt and blue denim shorts. He didn’t seem to be checking me out much. Any other guy in Nagpur. We've actually been going out lately before we go back to the apartment, instead of just staying in (bed). It started with a walk to go get some coffee, but then we started exploring the neighborhood. Now we stop on our way to work to get a pastry and coffee at a tiny bakery on an awkwardly shaped intersection. It's basically invisible. Seriously, this place is roughly as wide as it's door from the front, and is wedged into a strange corner at a five street convergence. Living in a part of. And things tend to go south. I don`t go to these places that often but I can recall some good moments spent there. I like partying, I mean, who doesn`t. My way of party is, of course, slutty. I think that`s no surprise. My parents don`t mind that because being slutty is part of my nature and that I`m responsible enough to either say no or fuck. But with some alcohol and hours of dancing, it is hard to say no. In a night club, I`m one of the girls who will either be in a group and talk and laugh. It seemed pointless for everyone to put on their clothes, then go downstairs and take them off again. Consequently everyone wore their robes to the table. Since there was no particular hurry, they had a leisurely meal, and when they were finished the girls helped Ruth stack the dishes."You say Barb's going to be here at nine?" Allan asked Sharon."That's what she said. She was supposed to call first, but she forgets things like that."Ruth laughed. "Don't we all. Well, when she does call, tell.