He was tall, about six-two or six-three, slim, darkly tanned from some Mex in his blood, with curly brown hair, a square jaw with a cleft in it, and w...at looked like a very muscular, if wiry, physique under his skintight sport shirt. He looked over at the break room when the assistant manager pointed in our direction and smiled. His perfect teeth were glaringly white. He had dimples. I immediately creamed my panties.I wasn’t alone. Carmen Sanchez, one of the news assistants, moaned and said, “I. That is what I have deep down always wanted. To have you treat me like a first-class slut. To order me to do nasty, slutty things to whoever you wanted, however you wanted, whenever you wanted. Yours and yours alone.''Mine? You want to be my slut? All the time? Just part time?''Always and all the time. You don't have to share me with others to treat me like a slut James. It can even be just you and me from now on with nobody else invited in with us. I just want to be your slut always.''But I. He shrugged slightly and sniffing he stepped back from Heather for a moment.“Afterwards I didn’t feel as comfortable in this place, I was worried about what I could do here, what I could become.”Wiping his eyes Marek smile looked full of his concern for Heather.“Revenge can feel good at the time, but it can haunt you afterwards, are you sure this is what you want?” He asked her.“Is that why you stopped coming here?” Heather asked, when Marek winced and nodded she carried on. “I need to do this. Kasam se wo koi kyamat hi thi. Mene soch liya tha ki ispe ek baar to try karna hi hai. Meri uske sath achchi patati thi kyu ki me jyadatar college me bunk marta tha and hostel ke room me hi pada rehta tha. Isi wajah se me jyada time apne room me hi bitata tha. Wo bhi mujse achchi tarha se baat karti thi. Jab bhi wo kapde lene hostel ki chat par aati thi tab me usse baat karta tha because mera room last floor par tha and us time me chat par chal jata tha usse baat karne ke liye….Ek baar summer.