I finally spoke. ‘Marcus…’ ‘Alexia, please don’t speak.’ ‘But…’ ‘Don’t. Speak.’ His soft lips pressed against mines as his str...ng hands began to run along the curve of my back. I felt him begin to unhook my bra and tried my best to resist. His connoisseur-like hands, of course, unclasped my bra and allowed my breasts to fall freely from the depths of my tee. Rhianna was still singing and was more toward her end chorus when Marcus began to hike up my lounge shirt. I squirmed and fought as hard. Jab hum thak ke let gaye to maine puchha,”Pooja aaj tujhe kia ho gaya tha jo galian bakane lagi thi?” Pooja hans kar boli” Kion maza nahin aaiya? Asal mein chudayi ko masaledar banane ke liye iss tarah ke parivartan karne se maza bana rehta hai chudayi mein. Varna roz roz ki chudayi bore karne lagati hai, mere chodu pati dev ji”Pooja mujhe hairan karne mein kabhi chukti nahin hai. Ek raat main thaka hua ghar pahuncha aur jab naha kar bahar aaiya to meri patni ek chhoti see pardarshi kameez. Truth be told, she didn't want to be anything but what she was.But that was then and this was now. She had a date that she didn't want to avoid. David looked like a good guy, and he was a hottie to boot.She looked at herself in the mirror. She tried her hair this way and that, combed over so it partially hid one eye. She tried to do something to be sexier in the overly large t-shirt, and settled on tucking it into the skirt and putting a bulldog clamp around the back so it would be pulled. Any word from Ryan?’ ‘I’m going to talk to her in a little while. She texted to say they were in the middle of something and she’ll let me know when they’re done. Thanks for calling her.’ He gave Bax a wry look. ‘It figures the one time she watches a playoff game, I get mowed down.’ ‘Murphy’s Law,’ Bax agreed. ‘The first time Doreen came to see me play, I got clipped just above my eye and was bleeding like crazy. She was not happy, to say the least. It wasn’t really that bad—you know how those.