After a couple of days, she called. The call lasted three hours. We talked, we flirted and we teased. By the end of that call, we knew we had somethin... special and the only way to ensure it wasn't ephemeral was to be together for more than an hour or so. To this end, we arranged that she would stay with me for a weekend. I couldn't go to her home as she shares it with others. We set a date five days hence. I confess, I was on tenterhooks. Late Friday afternoon arrived and I heard a knock on the. It was around 12 midnight no one else was there. I sat in front of my home and started removing my shoes.She s standing right in front of me. Her skin was glowing in dim light. She had tucked her saree and petticoat a little higher. I can see her legs and knee. Her saree was wet and I cud see her ass crack. I had an instant hard on. I decided to make a move and took my shoes in right hand and tried to cross her to keep the shoes there in shelves which is across her. While crossing her I brushed. ‘Oh, that feels good.’ Leo smirked. ‘But what is so unfair about this? You want me to do it, I want to do it. Sounds pretty equal to me.’ Leo moved closer and slowly began to kiss my neck while he pinched my nipple again. It hardened so much I thought it would fall off between his fingers. Whispering was becoming impossible. Between the hum of the engine below us, the conversations behind us, and my voice rendered mute, I had no choice but to speak in a slightly louder stage whisper. ‘I seem to. The thought of someone else attacking Sarah united dog and wolf, protector and predator. Not tonight. Not Sarah. Sarah, my masochist queen. When did things get so mixed up? I’m the good guy. “The moral of Snow White is never eat apples.” - Lemony Snicket- - - - - - It was a good guy that had Sarah jump on his back so he could carry her around the park. Her light laughter echoed through my ears as I served as her humble beast of burden. Not even the Biblioburro would carry a.