He leaned her back on the hood and devoured her mouth again. His hands went down to her thighs, pulling up her dress. He needed to feel her, her skin,...her wetness. She wanted him as much as he needed her. Quickly, he pulled aside her panties and thrust his fingers inside her. She moved beneath him, wanting more, wanting faster, wanting harder. It didn’t take much of his manipulation for her to come. She had been wanting and waiting for it all day. Waiting for them to be together. Now it was. There was a soft tap on the door. I tried to resist, but I could not. I was trapped in some horrible spell. 'This is just a weird dream you are having, ' I told myself as my hand reached for the door handle.I peeped around the crack I had made in the door. Again, there were the five girls, each a different flavour. Still, each held out a six pack of beer. I felt my will crumbling. Then I heard it - the crinkling sound of cellophane packaging, as each moved her left hand from behind her back."We. Though I didn't know the future, I knew that the last remnants of Zia, whore and seedie, burned in front of my eyes. Soon I would arise from the flame, to build a new life.The captain looked at me with compassion in his piercing eyes. "Good luck" he said. There was a finality in his voice, as if he would not be speaking to me again."Do I get a final request?" I asked him."And what might that be?" If you could get my girly bag." He nodded, and I told him where to find it. When he came back, he. As I said earlier initially my work had no relation with her and we sometimes use to get together at lunch but as the time passed Gunjan Didi started handling few projects independently and I was suppose to work with her.If I will talk about her nature then I will say that she was very down to earth female and her casual nature use to arouse me a lot. Though like her brother (my boss) she uses to address me “sir” but she always considered me her friend or family member and light jokes and chit.