She finished her drink first, placing the empty glass beside herself on the end table. I finished mine right behind her."Enough preliminaries. Time to...get down to business." she said, taking my glass from my hand and placing it on the end table. She took my now empty right hand with hers. It did not remain empty for long. She placed it firmly over her breast as she leaned into me and kissed me openmouthed. The kiss was an insistent one, demanding a response. I slid my tongue past hers into her. Then I carefully slid my arm inside the leotard and into the left sleeve, pushing it down the length of the sleeve until I came to the glove. It was a bit tricky getting the glove reversed from its inside-out state, but I finally managed it by slowly sliding my own hand inside it, whilst working the outside with my other hand. Not surprisingly, once inside, it fitted, quite literally, like a glove.Well actually, it fitted far better than a glove. It was like a second skin, which of course, is. Life is going happily, smoothly. Except for office fucking, I honoured Chacko’s wish. I got fucked only in his presence.One incident I did not tell him for a long time.This happened when I was returning from a party at 9 PM on my two wheeler. Foolishly I took a deserted road instead of Main road as it shortened travel by half the distance. 4 people on two motorcycles came close on either side. They were laughing, grabbing at my boobs and shouting dirty words.They forced me to stop, one man got. I told her the same story as Mr. Monroe had and it wasnt brought up again. The next day in school was long and Mr. Monroes daughter, Kaite, kept on asking me why her dad wanted me to help him at the tack shop instead of her. Although, I knew why. I just kept telling her it was because I ride and know what horses need and that she needed to practice for the swim team. CHAPTER 3 The next Saturday rolled around and it was Mr. Monroes birthday. Mr. Monroe and I were supposed to work on the hay.