Despite the danger my cock started to harden."Uh...so what do I call you? I'm Tom." I held out my hand.She took my hand and pulled it, placing the fla... of my palm square between her legs. Her hips started to rotate and I could feel the heat coming from down there. "Call me...Demie."I don't know how my brain was still working by this point, but I asked, "You mean, like Demi Moore?" The pronunciation wasn't quite right."No, 'Dee-mee', short for Demon. Like you..." she pointed at me.. 2 din esa chalta raha fir ek baar mene jaan bujh kar apne bed par susu kar diya. Is se matress kharab ho gaya. Maa mujhpar chillayi ki ye bhi koi umar he bistar gila karneka?Us din raat ko mene unki doodh ke glass me over dose mila diya tha. Or mera bistar kharab hone ke kaaran mujhe maa ke saath sona tha.Maa raat ko night gown me soti he or me sirf shorts me unke bedroom me gaya bina underware dale. Vo sex excitement se pagal ho rahi thi or mujhe bina shirt ke dekh kar unka chehra ajeeb ban. I wondered if he was skittish about being outside after his experience with the bear.It'd be another off day for me. No more Marullos, last night had been the final Rigoletto. We were finishing off the season with Turandot, and I'd be singing a nameless character that the libretto just calls "a mandarin." I did a lot of roles that didn't have names, mainly because they weren't important enough: "a messenger," "a soldier," "a doctor," like that. Even Marullo would have been just "a courtier". “Do you think you could handle me?” she asked. “I can be quite moody.”The thought of dating Rita hadn’t really crossed my feeble mind. She was certainly very pretty and she had a great work ethic.“I can be quite demanding,” I replied.Rita smiled. “Tell me something I don’t already know,” she quickly shot back.“I’m six years older than you,” I quickly replied.“That only works in high school,” Rita shot back.“OK,” I replied, “But there are sexual harassment laws and I don’t want you suing.