He said he was a poet. No kidding. That’s what he did. He said he worked odd jobs, wrote at night, and had actually gotten a few things published. H... was working on a book, but needed a new agent, he said. ‘He wanted to go get something to eat, and I said I couldn’t, that I had to pack and find a motel. But he insisted and said there’d be plenty of time that night. We ate burgers and he read some of his poems to me. I thought they were really good. We talked for a couple hours – there, and. .. oh!! No, no that's just coconut oil from... the bath" Yeh, you look nice and sweet Mrs Wright - just like a cookie actually". This time the smile was overt, the mouth slightly open so I could see his tongue suspended in curiosity, his eyes wide and his gaze deliberate. A warmth rushed through my body, from the tip of my head and downwards, settling on my mound which pulsed with expectation. My eyes widened as he took a step toward me, closing the gap. I could smell him now, a tantalising mix. He wanted to report on progress."I spent all of yesterday going over the statements. They were a bit ragged in places, but I was able to sort out the really important facts. Most of the staff of the store never saw the victim, except for his presence in the store. They were too busy with their work with other customers to pay attention to him. He did select a haversack, and came to pay for it; but that was a quick transaction, with another customer waiting to be served. Of those who did notice. All three of us cleaned ourselves, I asked them to clean me with their t-shirts and they did as I said. They wore those and I wore my dress and got inside the car. Harsha then asked me if I was virgin before he took on me? I said no, I accidentally lost my virginity with Geeta’s dad. He thought geeta was on bed and he fucked me. They were like, “What the Fuck????” I said, “ it was an excellent fuck”. Uncles and middle aged men fuck awesome. We spoke for few mins and left from there. Harsha was.