I’m starting to think I’ll have to make all the running, when he blurts out, “D’you want to dance, then?” No, I don’t. I want to fuck. But...if I leave it up to him, my itch might remain unscratched. “I don’t really like this music,” I say, “And it’s too loud. Why don’t we find somewhere quieter? Upstairs maybe.” I don’t even give him chance to answer, just take his hand and drag him out of the kitchen, through the sweaty heaving mob in the front room and into the hall. There’s already a couple. “What about that soccer boy you were chatting up?” I asked, “Have you guys fucked yet?” I hesitated for a second and then blurted out what I was really wondering. “Do you think I could watch?”“Jesus, Trish!” She laughed in surprise before answering me. “No, we’ve only talked a few times. And… maybe.” She blushed and looked away, but I could tell she was grinning at the thought.The elevator finally arrived, and she pushed me inside before anyone could see me. Mercifully, there was no one inside. ‘Ms Uruqhart is not a lady who likes to disappoint those whom she considers to be her lovers, – and you are one of the very select whom she now considers in that capacity. Consequently, she would much rather that I were to make love to you than you were to leave unsatisfied.’ ‘That’s very considerate of her…’ ‘You need not worry about indiscretion. Ms Uruqhart has a room set aside for exactly this purpose. So if you could just follow me, if you please?’ Emma was actively considering finding her. Once i went to her house and we were chatting (she thought she was chatting with someone else) this continued till night and during mid night i said i want to talk with her, she was scared as her mom is sleeping in hall and her sister and her husband(thats me) sleeping in other bedroom, but after lot of pressure she said that she will goto balcony and call me, by that time i went to toilet, which is common, with a small space between hall and toilet which is used for washing clothes. We were.