Yes, he looks like a wannabe convict with a nose piercing and a shaved head. But his exposed chest hairs and his build makes up for it. Fuck! He is a ...exy stocky man, kind of chubby with few ridiculous tattoos but that’s the way I want it, my bear cub.He shifts uncomfortably; he broke his eye contact with me and then frowns. He changes his facial expression trying to look tough.“You’re doing it AGAIN!” he stresses the word again heavily.“What?” I chuckled.“You’re staring at me!” he said with a. As I recently detailed in writing that I had narrowed my future mate selection to be either Misty or Sam, I was thrown off track by a chance encounter with Gloria’s younger sister at the lunchroom down in the basement. She sat there right next to the older Gloria with her short skirt and her windblown hair obviously bored to shit and wanted to be anywhere but there in the midst of a gaggle of broads with dirty talk on their minds and their minds in the gutter.I had laughed at the idea of “love. When I returned, I saw her trying to stand up. Balancing on her good leg and swaying precariously, she tucked the crutches under her arms. Her casted leg jutted out in front of her, looking grotesquely large compared to Jill’s slender body. “What are you doing?” I asked. “Do I have to explain all my actions?” she said, glancing at me with a raised eyebrow. “No, I thought you might need a hand.” “I have to pee,” she said matter-of-factly, “and I don’t need help with this”. I nodded,. I will take a metro to reach the destination.Shikha: Eager to meet you soon Nish. Either I or Sapna will be at the Metro to pick you up.Me: Sure. I should be there in 45mins.It was quiet a long journey to reach the destination. Exactly 45mins later, I got down at the station and outside. The two beauties Shikha & Sapna were waiting for me to pick me up.Shikha & Sapna: Welcome Nish (gave me a hug)Me: Thanks you dearI got in to their car and we headed to their home. We spoke about few things.