Her name was Mamatha, this pretty young woman, in her mid twenties. She was not very tall, around 5'2", fair, with shoulder length hair. She was a bit...chubby, but her body was very curvy, just the way I like it. She wore a simple blue jacket, slacks and shoes, and had sexy bedroom eyes."So, why are you headed Kolkata? Business or Pleasure?" Oh, business, completely. I'm a market researcher." What do you do, exactly?" I go and ask people questions about our products. You know, if their. A natural reaction...so he didn't do it again. Until later that evening, on the way home. I was resting on his shoulder. We were driving along and came to a stop...his hand went to my bare leg and this time I let him. We were almost home...nothing would happen. He pulled over and parked and kissed me hard...pulling me against the steering wheel. I was pinned between the wheel and him...my mouth in a kiss...he stuck his tongue inside...it was a delicious hot thing in my mouth...tasting of. We joked that it must be elderly rellies visiting day, telling them about our temporary lodger. Cathy came down stairs, having finished putting one or two ‘ladies things’ in the bathroom to be used for the video shoot. Art and Ji Su hit it off instantly, I could see she was totally in awe of the handsome stranger. He was an eccentric old charmer, full of stories – he’d been a farmer in South Africa and been robbed and beaten, his animals destroyed, the house burned down, his wife Marj raped and. And my videos.” “It doesn't stop there, does it?” She says, standing up “Googling picture of me as far back as when I met Mistah J. All those lewd pictures people draw of me.” She's inching closer to me. I can't make eye contact with her. I swear to god, she went from relatable to towering in seconds, like some goddess... or demon. She grabs me by the hair, but doesn't hurt me while she guides my line of sight to hers again, “Confess and I'll give ya everything ya need, sweetie.” My nerves are.