We watched as they unwrapped their gifts.The day continued as planned, John tagged along for my family events. My family was already familiar with him... he served with my dad years earlier in the Navy. Those days were long past, and everything had changed. My dad was very fond of John, back than, my dad took him under his wing and showed him how to succeed. At the time, John was eighteen, and hadn't a clue about life outside of his parents. That's how we met, but I was the fifteen year old. In my age and weight range I was the best in jiu jitsu. Honestly, I always knew the extent of my skills. In my high school I had a not-so-good reputation because I loved to tussle with the opposite sex. For years I enjoyed humiliating my biggest schoolmates, picking up the most attractive and athletic. The wisest among them finished either squealing under my shoes or scared against a wall, whereas those too proud ended up in hospital. Despite my angelic face I had become a nightmare for both. It was an amazing scene. I wished I had a camera with me. I was just a few feet away. In a minute or so, she opened her eyes. I was a live ghost for her. She got frozen for couple of seconds. Then she held her pussy with one hand and pushed the door with other. I said, sorry Komola, I was looking for you, but you were nowhere to be found. She said,Choto sab,please go, I would be right there.She was a bit extra bashful while working in the house later. I did not say anything, as if nothing. It was all interrupted (pleasantly) by my phone ringing. It was her!I answered calmly, and she said "I can't believe I asked for your card. Is it OK that I called?" I assured her I was flattered. The conversation ran almost out of control. We talked about much, but it all led back to our respective busy travel schedules. We each confided in the other that it's difficult to connect with the opposite sex. We 1/2 giggled; 1/2 lamented.I finally said, "Look - you were interested, and I certainly.