Walking away, I checked out her name on the answer sheet. ‘Piyali,’ a cute name for a beautiful girl. In fact, I couldn’t remember seeing a girl...so naturally beautiful on the whole campus. She was tall and healthy, about five feet six inches, with a grown woman’s body for her age (about 19).Her stats were about 34-26-34, with a shapely ass and perky boobs. Her slightly dusky, golden skin was covered from top to bottom in a full-sleeved Punjabi dress. I felt shy to stare at her. But my heart. I said I was fine but didn’t move. I was sitting up on the barstool fumbling with the hem of my short dress and giving him my mystery smile. He probably read my mind because he moved in closer and put his lips on mine. It was a slow and long kiss, soft, quiet but full of great passion and energy.Th e Spanish guitar music was still playing softly , the street lights shone through the tall windows of the dark bar, it was a very romantic setting. So what followed next was only natural and. ”“Really?”“Really. This is important.”Pete leaned back in his chair then swivelled it round to face his daughter.“You’re not pregnant, are you?” he asked, seriously.It was a well-judged diversion. Izzy had not been expecting this and it knocked her temporarily off her righteous stride.“N..No! I’m not pregnant.”“You and Jack are either splitting up or getting married?”This made her wobble even more.“No Dad. Neither of those. It’s not about me,”That would be a first, I thought maliciously.“Then. I know these actions would be interpreted as prostitution or street hooking, from flashing my hidden assets to the man’s eyes to willing to go further for his offer, but so what, I was willing to do it even if I was described as a hooker or a prostitute, besides, he seemed to be a man with lots of money from the way he was dressed and talked, same time he could not hide how much of a pussy hungry man he was, liking what was offered by me to his eyesight during our conversation and search.