In the dim light I could see that Jean’s clothes were torn, most of her assets were now on display and she was crying. I didn’t actually hit the g...y. I just kind-of dropped onto my knees, landing both of them in his stomach. He kind of rolled into a ball and lay there quietly moaning. Jean was trying to cover herself and with a deft movement, I chivalrously slipped my jacket off and handed it to her. ‘I know you don’t like the idea, Jean. But I think you had better let me take you home. ”“Does she know her Mom is dead?”“Yes, and I’ve given her a sedative in her IV. She’s distressed, of course, but we’ll keep a close watch on her. It’s a dreadful thing to lose your mother at that age. Would you like to see her now?”“One moment, please, Doctor. Has Deputy Sherrins told you the circumstances of the accident?”“Just that her mother and the male driver were killed.”“It looks rather more complicated than that. You see, as far as I knew, they were planning to stay home all day. I. She was wearing a saree complimenting the glass of red wine in her hand. Thick mascara around her eyes gave her that sensuous look.“By the way, I am Kiran.”, she said to him.“Karan”“You came in with someone, but now you are sitting all alone”“I guess my partner found much more interesting people here.”“Oh come on, you don’t seem to be that boring to me, are you?.”“A person drinking only to himself, doesn’t it get any boring than this?”“So that makes me a boring person as well.”“I didn’t mean. As I closed the door he reminded me that he would be by in a few days for the rent.Over the next few weeks I had cleaned up the apartment and painted it. I found a hot plate and Marg gave me an old toaster oven. Mr. Piedmont would stop by a couple times a week to collect the rent but he never would fuck me. My little pussy would be dripping wet as he shot his load on my face and sometimes on my tits but never once did he try to fuck me. I thought it was odd and one night when he stopped by I.