“Sorry,” he said. “If I can have a little milk, perhaps I can call back later – when you’re more prepared for visitors.” “Yes,” I said... getting some milk from the fridge and handing it to him, “that would be nice.” What was I saying? What was he thinking? “Thank you.” he said, with a wry grin on his face. “Well, Paul, I’ll see you later.” He spoke my name as if questioning it. He made his way to the front door, turning as he left to add, “About 7.30 then. Be ready for me” My heart was pounding.. . Checked my mobile.. Many messages were there wishing me .. Found a message saying sorry and all… From tanuja.. I immediately replied .. Sorry for what. It happened to be she had broke up recently an depressed.. So she had come to party to cheer herself.. She doesn’t remember what happened in party as she got drunk and I made her smoke weed.. So few messages exchanged.. I started liking her.. It took us almost a month..We were in love… We started speaking about our sexual desires..Both were. " I finally got myself under control. "Monica, I appreciate you stopping by to say hello, but I really need to get back to work." I don't understand, I thought you'd like to hear how she was doing?" I know how she is doing." So then you know what happened Saturday, right before I left?"I took a chance and guessed. "You mean after she got the letter from the front desk?" No that was Friday. She was plenty pissed at our group session. She went on and on about what a bitch her mom was. On Saturday. I pulled the little pony tail and she looked up at meBegging, helpless, wondering what I would do next. HMMMMM, what next?Tommy gave me a pair of leather gloves. I ran my gloved hand up and down her face. The tears were streaking down her cheeks, she was shaking. I was laughing teasing her.SMAAAACK.I whacked her shaved Bitch head. There was horror in her face. She was shaking more now.I faked another hit and watched her flinch. Barry was still fucking her.AHHHHHHHHHHHHHh. NO. She felt.