Her smile and wet body d****d in towel was enough for us to get wet dreams.One day Ramnath suggested hiding under the bed. It was a turning moment for...our sexual life and a cherished moment. We covered ourselves in a sheet and hid under the bed when she went to take her bath. Usually the dirty sheets are tugged under the bed for the servant to take them. So it was easy for us. Ramnath`s mother came from the out wrapped in towel as usual. Toweling her hair, she walked to the bed room door and. Like mother like daughter, right? She undressed me, her lips tight, her eyes tighter, as I shed my clothes until I was naked, shivering, not with chill, but with fear and humiliation as she appraised me. I could almost read her mind. Too thin. Track marks. Dark circles. Bruises. And then, those damning words. Junkie. “I’m sorry, Denise. I tried. I did,” I suddenly sobbed, wishing I’d never showed up at her doorstep.oOo I surprised her. Hell, I surprised myself by taking her into my arms,. And it turned out that the film stuff was all he did, not just weddings but seminars and other functions and "other stuff" which seemed a bit vague but I didn't press him on it and he didn't expand so we carried on chatting. After the meal we all went next door into the reception hall where the drinks started to flow and Gary and i sat together and carried on chatting. He told me he was 44 (i was 22) and that he was recently divorced and told me a bit more about his film business.I asked about. My portfolio was so good, they hired me right away. I now was making $50 an hour, with bonuses and profit sharing. I was now worth over 1 million dollars. At only 29 years old. I gave my parents lots of money to help them out of poverty. High school was only 11 years ago and I went from being depressed and suicidal working a shitty job and only being worth $10,000, to now being worth over 1 million dollars. I was so good at my job I was now making $100 an hour and one of the top investors… My.