And finally, we met on a Thursday evening. She had selected the place, a luxury restaurant. I had gone home early from work, got ready, put on my best...dress, and was well-perfumed. We exchanged pictures to identify each other, and I had to go to the table booked under Mrs. K.After 5 minutes, a sexy woman in her mid 40’s comes in wearing a royal blue sleeveless dress that ends slightly above her knee. She had a fair skin complexion and a neatly tied ponytail. She looked like she came for a. Two bottles of beer shared with Kabir was a bit too much of alcohol for me and I had started losing my ability to think straight.I was always a good dancer and Kabir had put some music on. I broke out from our embrace where I was sitting on his laps and began dancing. Moving my body to the music and trying to look hot. I won’t deny I had practiced this moment in my bedroom many times before. Kabir started filming me.I realized it but I didn’t stop. He tugged at my crop top and like a little. We wanted to hear more! Lisa had done her research. She had checked back in her diaries and discovered that every 3rd weekend in September I held a party at my house with my parents away. I thought that sounded right, but would check. She pointed to the school calendar she had, which showed that the Varsity football team had a bye week scheduled Friday, September 20, 2002, and wanted to hold the 1st party at my house. I said I'd check and get permission. She volunteered Ashley and me as the 1st. For any first time reader of my stories from across the pond: In the UKthe ground floor of a house is the first in the USA, the first floor hereis the US second floor etc., and tights are US pantyhose.THE LETTERDonald Hardwick arrived in his office at eight twenty five that morning,a little earlier than his usual time of nine as he knew he would behaving a busy day. His secretary Claudia Jones, with her usualefficiency, had anticipated this and had already placed his post on hisdesk for him to.