Woh mujhe lunch pe le jaane ko invite karta par main mana kar deti. Mujhe badnaami ka darr tha.Iske baad Holi ka festival aaya. Ranveer uss din ghar a...ya. Tab Udit nahi tha ghar pe aur main akeli thi. Maine already colony ki kuch ladies ke saath Holi khel chuki. Mera white suit pura colour mein ranga hua tha.Main jaise hi uske paas aayi usne gulal nikal kar mere upar daal di. Mujhe kas ke pakad ke rangne laga. Maine kaha ki kya kar rahe. To usne, “Bura na mano Holi hai,” bolte hue mujhe piche. “And what are you? A psychic?”“No, Psychologist.”“And you want to talk me out of my violent behavior.”“No, psychiatrists do that. I do research at the same university you preach Chaucer.”“What?”I smiled and finished the beer then belatedly remembered it was not mine and stood.I knew she knew we were colleagues. I was sure she knew we were in high school together. I was a football player and she was a cheerleader, the one that took the high risks in their routines. I was a sophomore and she was. Amy may have called the sex between us "casual," but that didn't begin to describe it. Over the past year, Amy had been both my friend and teacher, first whipping my ass into shape and then helping me find confidence as a man, and as a lover.I gave her ass a quick little squeeze, for old time's sake, and realized:"Amy, are you naked under there?"In reply, she gave a suggestive "shush," then turned and slowly ground her ass against my crotch, twisting her head around to kiss my neck until the. "Italian, you know"Jamie joined them for lunch, reminiscing with Felix over their previous meeting. Lauren watched closely how they talked, part of the interview process even if she was not conscious of it herself. Emma watched everyone, pleased to be present at such an important lunch. They left the dishes and took their ice cream through to the lounge to watch the news. Lauren and Felix sat next to each other (Lauren's choice) while Emma sat on the floor. Jamie had other things to do in his.