In fact, I didn’t really know anyone in this city. The first time our eyes met was when I was arguing with the guard to let my Activa in and he didn...��t really want to take risks with a vehicle which did not have a Karnataka number plate.Nithiya came along at that time, talked to him and convinced him that I am a resident of the society and that she has seen me around. Not sure how she knew me, maybe she had a lot of time on hand. The guard agreed, made a note of my vehicle and let me pass.We. (Unsurprisingly) Whatever little body hair I had washed away. My otherwise hairy legs had become very smooth. How will I explain it if someone notices, but I had far important things to worry about then.My balls had started paining by then, and the cold water added to that. I applied the lotion, dried myself and called for Sheena. “You look much better now,” she said running her eyes all over my body. Once she finished examining, she gave me a bathing towel.I started tying it around my waist. Her pale blue and white skirt is spread wide, supported by gauze slips.I lift the skirt no more than a foot before her hands slam the material down.“No, Tony,” she growls.I give her a weak smile with an apology. “Sorry.”Shit! I know better than that. Girls like foreplay. In my eagerness, I’d forgotten everything I’d learnt. I really ought to utilise the benefit of Hugh Hefner’s experience. Think of the centrefolds he’s slept with. If anyone knows how to treat women, it’s him.Isabel’s off the. "Sure buddy, I hear that every day. No ID, no entry," said the agent."But I can prove I'm an American!" he exclaimed. "I have a picture of Ronald Reagan tattooed on one side of my butt and George Bush on the other." This I gotta see," replied the agent. With that, the guy dropped his pants and showed the agent his behind."By golly, you're right!" exclaimed the agent. "Have a safe trip back to Chicago."Thanks!" he said. "But how did you know I was from Chicago?"The agent replied, "I recognized.