‘What was that?’ ‘Quite a blow tonight,’ the man said. ‘I’ve heard that rumor. Yes.’ ‘We’re having a party up here. Come on up.’ I...looked down at my mangy boat-shoes and salt-encrusted shorts. ‘I’m not really dressed for it. Besides, I wasn’t invited.’ ‘I’m inviting you. Come on up.’ ‘Pardon me, but who are you?’ ‘Ted. I own the place. The party’s going to go on hours, so you might as well join us. Besides, there are some fun people here.’ ‘Right.’ Pardon my French, but I’ve heard that one. Instinctively I pull you towards me and kiss you hard, I'm dying, I've been waiting for this all day and my patience has run out.The carpet is soft beneath our foot as I pull you towards the bathroom, removing articles of clothing as we go. The only sounds are the padding of our feet and our own heavy breathing. I stop at the door to the bathroom, you're completely naked now except for the jewelry you wore to work. I open the door.The only light comes from the several candles that are lit. Sexy, but still professional. She selfishly made extra effort to show him what he would be missing if he did finally look at her. Petty, but it burned a little that he wouldn’t even look at her when it was all she could do to not stare at him.Before dinner, there was to be a presentation so she asked the staff where the electrical hook-ups and tech room was. Walking down the long hallway she passed the men’s restroom just as he was exiting. To her credit, she managed to not stop and stare at. We agreed to speak with each other on Wednesday.After putting down the telephone I bolted the door, drew the curtains, undressed and fell flat on the bed. Then I fantasized fucking and sucking milk from Meghana’s breasts and slowly masturbated. I had a pleasurable and wonderful ejaculation. Then changed into pyjamas and I busied correcting the test papers and planned the lessons for the next two weeks. On Wednesday Meghana rang me with good news. “Would you want to spend your time with Amma.