I asked her what was wrong and she said she had a flat tire and her phone was dead so she could not call for help. "Hmmm," I said, "we should be able...to fix that". I looked at the right front tire and it was surely flat. I introduced myself to the young lady and she said that her name was Rebecca.I couldn't help to admire this petite woman. About 5-1 and I would say not much more than a 100lbs, long blond hair down to her shoulder blades, with nice b-cup sized breasts, All this, and a. She reveals that she is wearing a pair of black silk panties and a black bra. She then straddles me and says you should have come this mourning, all I wanted was a quickie to start my mourning off right. I would of let you go after one time but now that I had to wait im gonna make you make it up to me. She then kisses my neck. She says o wait I forgot she gets off me and runs into the next room then comes running back out with a camera and a tripod and points it am me and says damn I cant. ” I answered, surprisingly full of confidence. “I’d rather have student debt for years than continue to live feeling like I have to appreciate that guy anyway.” I continued. “I’m… you’re right. Setting healthy boundaries is fucking great.”Mira laughed supportively. “I am glad you’re accepting the practice of realizing and limiting negative influences in your life. Would you say you’re feeling less trapped?”I had referred to feeling ‘trapped’ multiple times in our last few sessions.. Me- abhi ata hu okJyoti- no no kal dupeher ko ana. Will arrange something special.Next afternoon around 1 I went and she open the door, damn she look such a hottie, usne fitted salwar kameez pehna tha yellow colour ka.Jyoti- hi handsome!Me- hello jyotiJyoti- come sitShe goes and get coke for meJyoti- what you looking at?Me- ab itne fit kapde pehne hai kuch to dekhunga he.Mere sath baithi and we keep on talking. Usne ghar dikhaya and she was like so kaisa laga.Me- ghar ko chodho aap baut hot lag.