She simply radiated desire.Henry looked around the bar. From the looks of rapture on the faces he saw, her audience wasn’t just lusting for her, the... were all in love with her.He watched as the exotic stripper placed one spike heel against the dancer’s pole and proceeded to ‘shave’ her inner thigh with the wicked-looking blade while delicately balanced on her other high heel. Although he figured the knife was probably rubber, it was an incredibly erotic show.He wished he could stay and watch. He was probably fucking a lot of them, or maybe just one special one. Hell, he might even be married again. He didn’t know him that well. He might have lied to him. But did any of that matter? If Brick wanted to fuck him, then he was welcome to do it whenever he could. When Brick finally showed up, Crain had to force himself not to ask him questions. Brick was in his usual jovial mood. He made Crain feel relaxed and thankful he was there. Whatever Brick’s situation was, whoever had taught him. ’ ‘Ooook. Nice back porch anyway.’ ‘Yeah, they didn’t have any pictures of the back online.’ ‘Well, we’re here, let’s get this over with. You have the camera?’ ‘Yep. Let’s go.’ Getting one last blast of cold air, he shut the car off, and stepped out into the heat. Instantly, his shirt stuck to his back. Looking back through the car, he caught a glimpse of his wife spilling out the top of her tank top as she bent back into the car to get the camera. A pleasant sight…but one that made him even. Shruti is one of then. She is tall, beautiful girl with a figure like those of any bollywood celebrity. At first I hesitated to talk to her but as time passed we started talking and also as our work was same so we used to discuss many more things. In a matter of time we became very good friends. Her and my house was in the opposite direction of the city. It was the month of March last year i.e. 2008. We were in the office and it was late in the evening as during March we have lots of pressure.