That was when, like in every Garden of Eden, the serpent appeared. In this case, it was a serpent by the name of J. Phillip Woodword. Phillip (never �...�Phil’) was transferred into the Santa Monica branch of UBL as part of a program intended to groom him for upper management (at least that was what he made sure all of his co-workers were informed). He had gone to one of the snooty east-coast schools and came from an ‘old money’ family. Unfortunately, there wasn’t a whole lot of the money left by. Hum neeche gye and wo neembu paani leke ayi. Mein sar dard ka natak karke couch pe let gya. Usko bda feel hua and wo mera sar dbane lagi( plan work kar raha tha and lund khada hone laga tha uske touch se hi). Meney ukso hands se pakad liya and apne upar hi kheench liya. I started smooching her,usne thoda resist kiya but I kept smooching her. Usne bhi respond karna start kardiya. Meney usko niche kiya and wildly smooch karna start kardiya. She was getting wild too. I started biting her neck.. Tab tak bhai khana le aya . Hum dono ne kahana khaya or fir bhai mujhse bola tu school ke liye nikal m thodi der tak aunga . Mene kaha tujhe kya hua to usne kaha kuch nit u ja .Mene school bag uthaya or school k liye nikal di . Us waqt neeche koi bhi nhi tha shayad sab log room me so rahe the . School se jab wapic aai to us waqt bhi koi nhi tha . Thodi der baad bhai bhi bahar chala gaya use shayad ashok ka phone aya tha . School ke bad ashok or baki sab k sath mastiya marne chala jata tha .Mene. She was with a group offriends who were supporting her in the “men are assholes” philosophy but few of whichwouldn’t have completely forgotten it if I was standing there encouraging them to comehave a good time with me and only me. She broke away from the group and approachedme. I had opportunity to make a break for the back stairwell but running was never myway. “Hey,” she pulled up short of me where she usually would have hugged me. “What’s up?” I asked guardedly. “Not much, long.