By the end of the night she had agreed to go out with me on the following weekend when my boss will be away in Bangalore.The next Saturday I picked ab...ut twenty minutes from my place. She rang the buzzer that was unlocked and she called out for me to let myself in. She called out from the back room that she would be right out, and to the magazines on the table. When Ramya walked out of the bedroom I was speechless. She was wearing a snug red knit dress that hugged her body, showing off her. The first day of class, when we’d all taken turns to introduce ourselves, he’d simply shrugged, smiled that oddly compelling crooked smile and said “I signed up for this course because, well, I’ve got most of my evenings free and so I thought, what the heck, might be fun and interesting” with a weathered, husky tone that made me think of late nights, cigars and brandy in large snifters. Occasionally, as I’d write on the chalkboard, I would turn my head and see every head bent down over a. My jeans would be too tight. Plus it was too hot to wear them. I looked in my closet. As I was going though my clothes I found a summer dress I brought. It was the short type with sleeveless arms. It buttoned up in the front. I unbuttoned it and put it on. When I finished buttoning it up, I noticed it showed my bra to much. I took it off again. I removed my bra and put the dress back on. I looked in the mirror. I really didn't need a bra. Even at thirty seven my tits were still perky. The dress. To make matters worse for some reason I was barefoot. Then I kept seeing shit flowing everywhere. When I finally found a clean stall the toilet itself was overflowing with turds everywhere! I awoke with a k** sitting next to me poking me with a tootsie role. (‘Keep that up k** and I’ll hurl on ya!’) Then everything faded to black again . . . The metal table was cold against my skin. My hands and feet were tied up and I was wearing a blindfold. All around me I heard voices and the sound of.