He looked at the naked body of Madhu, partly cuddled in him. Still he was able to look at her curves and beauty. She was looking great, she had perfec... figure, how he had never realized it, he thought.He looked at her bare back, he found marks of beating on her back; and the light was insufficient. Prakash started the tube-light; the switch was on the head board of bed, which he was able to switch on sleeping. He looked at the bruise-wounds created by beating from Nagji.He caressed the wound on. It sounds like some of the crazy fanfiction that I’ve read.” He smiled. “Exactly.” She smiled back at him. “Bye, Jan.” “Bye, Laura. Be safe, now.” Laura Vandervoort went through the door and closed it behind her, leaving him alone in the apartment. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxJan gave a huge sigh. It was all over. In one night, Laura Vandervoort had walked into his life and fulfilled his deepest fantasy. It was all like a fantastic dream. He stood and walked into his bedroom, surveying. He lets everything go and he dances and he ignores how tight his jeans are because he's fucking high right now and everything smells like sweat and guitar strings except for Josh's fingers, which have the familiar scent of lube.Josh is an achy mess when the show is finally over. He towels off, throwing it into the crowd afterward, and Josh downs a water bottle as Dan tosses out his last drumsticks. Josh watches him. The way his muscles move under his sweat-slick skin. Ugh. If he wasn't hard. If I tried to take one of my hands down from the branch above, I might lose my balance.I tried to breathe as silently as I could, praying that they couldn't hear my heartbeat pounding in my dangling breasts. I watched beneath me, the guy took the girl's hands in his and raised them up over her head. He pressed her against the tree and kissed her lips, her cheeks, her neck. I felt like a voyeur watching them, but if I closed my eyes, I might miss a chance to escape. I decided I had to keep.