Even in casual clothes she looked stunning. ‘Wow!’ I said. ‘You look great.’ ‘Thank you,’ she said, taking my hand. Over coffee we talked,...telling each of our life’s stories. Ingrid was 25, I discovered, just three years younger than me. She had been in a couple of stage shows, but this was her first major part. I really enjoyed her company. The cup of coffee turned into a second, and then a third. After the third cup arrived, I reached across the table and took her hand. She squeezed my hand. I don’ know about you, but I have already started feeling lonely, mentally and physically both.” With that Urvashi cut the call. Ranjan called up a couple of more times but Urvashi disconnected every time.“Another fight with Ranjan?” Karvy, her manager got up from his chair, with an ear wide grin and his pot belly. He came to sit diagonally opposite to her. He adjusted his glasses to have an eyeful of rising and fall of Urvashi’s mounts, thanks to her temper. “When can I get a chance to grab. I looked at him out of the corner of my eyes, I've read stories about this type thing before and in the stories the guy always has about a 10" cock. I was actually relieved to see that he was average like myself, probably in the 7" range, and thick enough that I knew she would love it. He got on the couch on his knees and started to lick and suck on her nipples. She continued to kiss me, breathing heavily, and moaning softly, the only other sound was him slurping and blowing on her nipples. I. She solved the problem of toweling her face and hair by squeezing the water out of her hair by hand. Blow-drying her wet face and damp hair this way hardly took any longer than before her irrational fear of towels.She got dressed, fixed herself a late brunch, and tried to figure out what she was going to do about her wrecked bed. It was not just a matter of cleaning up. She was wondering whether she should replace the bed at all. Whatever madness was possessing her at night was clearly not.