Sameer ke jane ke baad shruti wahi baith gayi aur hum bate krne lage. Mai jo ki boxer aur baniyan me baitha tha,aur thik thak lean body hai to wo baat...karte karte kafi ghur rahi thi. Aur maine pucha ki kya dekh rahi ho?To usne kaha aap workout krte ho?To maine ha kaha. Usne aage aakar mere arms ko dabaya aur kaha aachi body banai hai,to aapki gf kya karti hai? Mai to sunn rah gaya. . Ye kya pucha esne. . . Wo boli kya hua?Gf to hogi hi na. . . Nahi to body thodi banate. Maine kaha gf ke liye. Standing up John looked down and asked, “Why do you accept being weak?” Sobs and whimpers were his only replies. Leaving the boy John walked home. In the blink of an eye graduation day was upon him. Finished dressing up in his navy gown, he went to the claustrophobic kitchen and sat carefully on the folding chair. His arm rested on the light plastic table. He heard the creaking stairs followed by his mother joining him. She had on a three-piece grey suit, her long brown hair cascading down her. She was wearing a short, tight black dress. Her fit, tanned legs and thighs stuck out underneath, and the dress showed off her gorgeous shape. I gave her the flowers, which got me a big smile and kiss. She disappeared quickly to go put them in water, and I watched her ass the whole time she walked away. I guess this was part of the punishment. “I thought we’d start out by watching a movie” she said. I nodded and took a seat on the couch with her. She flipped on some romantic comedy and dimmed. Dana followed Carmyn’s wandering eyes. Busted! Carmyn thought.“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to… It’s just that you’re really beautiful,” Carmyn smiled, her cheeks flustered.“Well, thank you,” Dana replied. Dana really wanted this job, but her interviewer wasn't interested in anything she was saying. So she refocused her strategy. She gradually separated her legs and gave Carmyn a sexy look. “So are you. You're very, very beautiful.”Carmyn’s eyebrow shot up. Dana, a complete stranger who’d roamed.