That evening after returning from the office, I went to his flat to ask him what he would like to eat? We talked for a few minutes. That was the first...time we talked properly.We talked about each other’s life and work life. That evening, he came to our flat for dinner. I wore a loose low-neck t-shirt to tease him more by showing him my cleavage while serving him food.The next day was a Saturday and my friend went to her native place Anand (Gujarat) for holidays. I was all alone. I went to his. For the next couple of days she couldn't concentrate in her classes. Her mind was always preoccupied by thoughts about what had happened to her that night in her bed. Very often in class, she would drift into the world of daydreaming. In her mind she would find herself trying to re-experience the forbidden pleasures of her "nightmare". No one had explained to her that what she had experienced was sinful, but somehow she knew that anything involving so much pleasure, and especially originating. We hear RFN and think of a corporate entity. Right?”“Uh, yeah,” Rick said, sounding as if he was beginning to question my mental acuity.“They are using the terms ‘RFN’ and ‘label’ to refer to a handful of people they deal with,” I continued. “Do you think you can do a little corporate back-checking for us? We need to get a clearer idea of who actually makes decisions that affect Liz. It sounded to me like there is a mid-level manager handling most of it. He has a staff that answers to him but. "May I?" I asked but didn't wait for an answer. I pulled at the snap, then lowered his zipper. I think it's called going cowboy when a man doesn't wear briefs, but whatever it's called, when I pushed at his slacks during that kiss all that was left was him. He stood tall again, breaking the kiss and guided my head to his body, to his scar. I was being a devil. I kissed at it again and kissed lower again, but there was no waistband in the way this time, and I kissed my way down the side of his.