“Anything...”At this point, Fred stops stroking himself. He doesn’t want to go all the way, not like that, not with this hot woman here with him... No, he has other ideas. “Show me that delicious ass then.” He plops back down into his chair and watches.“I thought...” she begins to say as she slowly unbuttons her jeans. “ ... we were going...” She wiggles her hips from side to side, sliding the jeans down. “ ... to fuck at my station.”Fred licks his lips. “I never thought you’d ask,” he says. She tossed her shoes, thrashed about whichput runs in her sheer pantyhose. She was on the verge of exposingherself, not that she cared anymore. Most of her worries werecompletely gone. All she wanted from now on was a full stomach and arear that wasn't sore.She was weeping. Eyeliner stained tears rolled down her cheeks.Sobbing like a infant, I could hear her loud shrieks.I took a step towards her. I could see the tears. Her eyes werevacant. There was a look of her intense fears. But. I steered away from Syliva Plath not wanting connections to her mom during our private time. I took a gamble and read her Adam’s Curse by W.B. Yeats which she loved. Lavi often asked me to re-read sections or talk about a part but she never offered any commentary of her own, where Melissa wanted a dialogue Lavi just wanted to absorb it.That’s what we were doing, me shirtless and Lavi’s hands on my back as Melissa walked through the back gate and found us under the big tree. She slid her key. She did not tie her hair. I was watching at her with my mouth open. she came near to me shut my mouth and sat in opposite sofa and said hi. I too replied hi my aunty came out from kitchen and introduced her to me and she went out to market only Sarala and I left out in that flat my heart was pumping very speed. I don’t know what to talk she understood my situation and started talking told about her and her husband and I was not listening to her. I was just looking at her boobs. she watched me.