The bartender approached. "What can I do for you?"I jumped as his deep voice penetrated the silence. "Give me a draft beer," I said shakily.He looked ...t me critically. "How old are you, girl?" Twenty-one," I lied."Can I see some identification." I don't have any," I said truthfully. I had left my driver's license and anything else that might identify me back at the motel."Then I'm afraid you'll have to leave. I could lose my license."I felt an arm and a hand come around my shoulder. "Now, Pete,. Not talking with you – not being with you – makes me feel like half my soul is withering away inside me, as cliché as that sounds.’ Finally finding the ghost of my voice, I croaked out in a whisper, ‘What are you saying?’ ‘That – that I’m sorry for yelling at you in Vegas. And I’m sorry for manipulating you into our whole crazy bet. And I’m so, so sorry it’s taken me this long to apologize.’ A pang of disappointment shot through me. ‘I’m sorry, too. Is that all?’ He ran a hand through his hair. .19 yrs oldddyeh baat hai jab main +2 main thi aur main maths bahut kamjor thi…..mere ghar pe ek tution sir ate the padhane jinki umar 28 yrs saal ki thi aur unki sadi bhi nahin hui thi aur woh bahut hi handsome the…….mere liye unke bahut se feeling jag uthe jab maine unka lund dekha jo ki kaphi mota tha aur lamba bhi..ek din ki baat mere ghar pe koi nahin thameri maa aur behen market gaye the aur main ghar pe akeli thi aur tabhi ghar ki ghanti baji aur main bhagte hue darwaje par gayi. us din. Tell me do you think she was restless?” He whispered close to my ear. “How would she be restless, I mean I can see her being bored. How would she be restless?” Hands moved from my shoulders and across my t-shirt, cupping his hands under my breasts. I let out a slow breath. I have never been touch in that area before, hell I hadn’t even been kissed yet. Closing my eyes I tried to think this wasn’t happening. Though I could feel him raise up my shirt and exposing my chest. “She never was able to.