I was feeling like a call girl. Sujata had totally different views on this matter. She told me with a straight face, “Barkha, come to the real world... It is full of compromises. You wouldn’t get this kind of remuneration anywhere else & moreover all that is expected from you is some harmless & mutually enjoyable sex, that too with none other that the director himself. You go to an all expenses paid overseas trip with the Director, have the best sex of your life, & come back only to find that you. I sat in front of her and turned her away from me and started kissing her ass. And I gently started pressing and massaging her ass so that the muscles are relaxed. Finally, we both were tired and we turned the water off and moved out totally wet. We both just went and lied down on the bed not bothering to dry each other. With the AC being ON, the room had become freezing cold and we again cuddled each other tightly to warm us up. We then fell asleep and woke up at 4 in the morning. Both of us. Not even a little stirring or half hearted grope. I asked if he would like to dance, hoping that a bit of body closeness could trigger things off, but he said dancing was not really his thing. So I told him I was going to dance and he could join me if he wished. I got up from my chair and he rose from his. We approached the dance floor and began to dance. He was right dancing wasn’t his thing. I’d decided that I should make some excuse and leave. I nipped off to ladies to re-apply lipstick and. I had a crush on few of the girls from my college but I could not get into a relationship with anyone of them. One such girl even slapped in front of a crowded canteen and called me a pervert. She later did apologize to me but I was very hurt deep inside.I was sitting in a corner of the canteen feeling ashamed of myself. All I wanted was a woman to satisfy myself. It became 7’O’clock and all the students left the canteen. The canteen was run by two widow ladies. They came towards me and sat.