.. we need to talk about your future.”I took a sip of my champagne, it tasted delicious and helped to somewhat settle my churning stomach. In a spli...-second, I decided to seize the moment.“My future is working for you and starring in your new project.” I hoped the strong, confident inflection in my voice would hide the nervousness I was feeling inside.He laughed. “You’re getting way ahead of yourself, aren’t you?”“You need me, this role is perfect for me.”He took a sip of his champagne, then. Using a counseling skill my mother taught me I replied, ‘you thought’. Tim wondered if he could pick-up again the relationship with Rene. So just before Christmas in somewhat of an intoxicated state he drafted a sad tale to email Rene. He wanted to move her heart but instead changed his mind. Instead he sent an email about what was really happening. Later he sent a second email confessing to her that he almost deceived her. His heart could not allow him to do it or to keep from her what he. As I was feeling proud of myself, I heard my mother shout. I was late for my tution. I dressed up quick & started off. I wasn't a dull student, its just that my mind was interested in everything apart from studies. As I came close to vandana mam's house, I was filled with excitement. She was a divine beauty. Right from the time I entered high school, I had many girls behind me, bt I was interested in none other than my vandana. It wasn't purely lust, I truly loved her. I just used to love. Skin has hair and women have hair all over their body; imperceptible perhaps, but there, like the down on a peach.Below her navel... of course now I was in dreamland. She had a nice neat bottom, well-muscled thighs and calves and pretty, regular toes - with black nail polish that spoke to me like the confiding of a secret agent. “Let me tell you something about this woman,” they said. “Not as innocent as she likes you to think.”I had been watching her for days, chatting idly as she lay, mainly.