Just talking about him wears me out’‘Well at least here you can go to sleep.’‘The way I feel I just might do that if you don’t mind.’‘Fe...l free.’ I said and settled down in the chair.I sat and watched as his eyes closed. In minutes, his breathing changed and I could tell he was asleep. I sat and read from some of the books Tom had bought. By the time Tom came back, I was checking out the business news on my laptop.‘Any news on the boat?’ he asked.‘She’s off the coast of Portugal, sticking to. She used to entere my room at deep night & after getting fuck returned to her room (kitchen). It continued for about 1½ years. By this time our maid had been changed & so alo had to leave. But then also she used to come to get my fuck at noon when my family members were out. She got married. But 3 days before her marriage she came. I told her ‘akhan to tumar jamai chudba ami ki karum.’ (now you will be fucked by your husband, what for me.) She was musterbating my cock. Laughed at me & said. In my naiveté I said, "Okay."She didn't take my hand as we walked. She led me out to the quad where we could sit on one of the planters. "Mike," she started, then paused, a hurt look in her face. "I don't think I can't be your girlfriend anymore." Oh," I said. Now, you must remember, I hadn't exactly gone looking for a girlfriend. So I wasn't exactly broken up over this development. The mistake was not looking broken up. I'd learn. I was about to get a lesson."Don't you have anything to say?". She was wearing a sleeveless cotton blouse buttoned up on the front and a flowing cotton printed skirt which came just below her knees. I walked up and stood behind her. She did not notice me as she was busy reading an e-mail sent by some net friend of hers. It was a long letter describing what he would do to Priya when he met her alone in a dark and lonely place.The description of his intended actions were quite graphic and detailed. Priya was sitting reading the mail with her skirt pulled up.