"Look here! I think that Slave belongs tothe charming lady I met last night." Clinton dismounted again and walkedup to me."Where's your Mistress, Slav...?" he asked blandly."Back here in the bushes!" Rod called."Rod? Is that you?" I could tell he was enjoying this. "Come on out!" I can't," Rod said. "I was in swimming and someone stole my clothes. Youhaven't seen them, have you?" Stole your clothes? My, that is unfortunate," Clinton said. "No, Ihaven't seen anything." Well, could you let me. Opening her cutlery drawer, he selected a spoon and scooped out a large dollop. ‘Here,’ he said, ‘work this into your hands really well over the drain.’ She tried it and the grease came off in almost seconds. She only really had to concentrate on her cuticles after that. ‘I feel like an idiot,’ she laughed a little, ‘I never thought of this. Thank you.’ ‘Butter would be the best thing,’ he said, ‘but it is more expensive, and I always feel as though I am being wasteful using it.’ She looked at. Her name was Riya (name changed) and she was 23 years old. I am 20 by the way. Gradually, we became friends on Facebook. After some weeks, our chats moved to WhatsApp.At that time, she was new on the campus and so she didn’t have many friends around. Gradually, we became a very close friend and started talking a lot. Riya was a very nice and honest girl. I used to call her didi as she was elder to me.One day, I saw at the gym and she looked very upset. I asked her about it and she replied. It was big ad sexy. She again asked how it is.Me: it’s wonderful but that bra is not suiting you.Mynaa: what shall we do now?Me: tell your size I will get and come.Mynaa: no baby.Me: Am your baby only na tell fast.Mynaa: 36ffI got shocked on hearing that. Then I ran and bought one pair of bra which is very low and its used for that low neck jacket. Then we started to home and it was night 8. In that bus we got seats and I was so tired and was lying on her. I just kept my hand on her hip.