" That is why I was pissed off.'Can you get Miss Carter for me, please?'"She is currently packing her things, but I can get you someone better to talk...too. We are willing to pay you a substantial amount of money for the exclusive rights." Amy was right, she was due to be fired and this paper cared more about money then the stories. I felt bad that I had caused this, but also that this man had been the one to change the papers integrity for writing intelligent stories about New York. Now they. ‘You bloody shit,’ she snarled, and spun round trying to see her panties in the dark, floating down the river. She turned back to me, smiled, and threw her head back and started laughing. I took her hand and pulled her over the bridge into the darkness. I pushed her over a picnic bench and ripped her blouse off her back. She started to complain about me tearing her blouse, until she watched the red material floating through the air and into the river. ‘God this is dirty, and not to mention. We were silent for some time and then I said her that why don’t we pull up to have something in dhaba. She replied in normal way as if nothing had happened. We had our food ordered in our car itself. After that I asked her to drive to which she said ok. She was driving and I started moving hands here and there on her body, to which she was calm and was concentrating on her driving as if Michal Schumacher in F1. Still I succeeded in seducing her and she started responding and she was getting hot. He asked me if I had ever had sex before and I replied in the negative. Our conversation went something like this… “Is it alright if I kiss you Tracey?” “I have never kissed a guy before Rod,” I stammered. “Would you like to try? It’s real fun. You have beautiful lips and the most gorgeous eyes I have ever seen. There is nothing wrong with kissing, I am sure you will like it,” he said. “Okay Rod, you will have to teach me,” I replied. We kissed for around 10 minutes and my heart was.