One of the woman she worked with is half her age at just 22 Trudi as 2 k**s in school already but her boyfreind was a bit of an ass and wanted to go o...t drinking with his mates and not allow Trudi time out of the flat. They lived in a 2 bedroom flat so it was cramped for space.Trudi is a bit rough around the edges short around 5ft 4 slim one or 2 tattos but curvy in the right places and has a high pitched voice then can get on your nerves after a while but that aside she is a lovely girl. I. To maine unse skype pe chat karne ko kaha to wo maan gye. Skype pe jab maine unko dekha to dil khush ho gya. Wo suit pant me baithe the (mujhe suit pant me business man bahut sexy lagte hai). Unhone mujhse mere baare me poocha, k mai kya karta hu, kaha padhai ki hai, kaha naukari kar rha hu etc. Maine bhi unse general questions pooche. Unhone bataya k unki wife ki kuch saal pehle death ho gyi thi aur unka ek beta hai jo Mumbai me padhta hai. Wo bhi Mumbai me rehte hai lekin business k liye. “Good riddance,” I said. About an hour later the party broke up and we all filed out to our Harleys. I soon learned that my bike would not start and quickly figured out that it had been sabotaged. The spark plugs were missing. “Great,” I said, “I don’t suppose any of you have spare plugs with you.” Nobody did. Greg had been one of my best friends back when we were riding together. He offered to run into town and pick up some spark plugs for me. It was in the opposite direction. I know what comes next, quite literally.I hear you push open the front door, a hall away. My heart is beating faster now, like I’ve run out there to find you. Perfectly still, I listen as you softly close the door and undress. I love that sound, knowing that you’re in my house but I haven’t greeted you yet. Picturing you taking off your clothes. Knowing just how hard you are, that you’re wondering where I am, what room I might be in, imagining what I might be wearing.I hear your footsteps along.