After all, she wasn’t ugly. She wasn’t a prom queen, or a leggy model, and by no stretch of the imagination could she be confused with the awful s...ereotype of womanhood that pervades the media these days. She was, however, pretty in her own right, with cinnamon-brown hair, cut to her chin in a short and easy to maintain style. She had deep, hazel green eyes, and pretty good skin that didn’t need makeup as a rule, although eyeliner made her feel ‘dressed up’. Her problem, if one must be defined,. We both had significant others and wanted to keep this relationship in the closet but I wanted to share it with anyone who would listen.I almost got my cock in his ass but it didn’t work out. I wasn’t interested in fucking him in the ass; I was however hoping to make love to him soon. I kept thinking I wanted to go to the next level. What the fuck is wrong with me.We would try to get together as much as possible and met most every day sometimes just for a short while and share passionate. Edhuvum sooda irukkaracheye saapidanum. Yennamma, sariya naan sollradhu? Aaripoyittal andha rusi kettudum. Sari, sari poo." ["okay da, come quick before the coffee turns cold. You have take anything when it's quite hot. Otherwise, it becomes bland and tasteless. Go and brush your teeth."]"Deepa, Ravi, neenga rendu perum adhigama vaayaada aarambichutteenga. Overaavey chellam kodutthu kettupoyi irukkeenga. Enna seiyaradhu. Enga thalaividhi appadi. Saridi Deepa, appavukkum Ravikkum serndhey coffee. I put my hand on top of hers. "Well for now let's just eat a nice dinner and forget about that for a while shall we?" I said. "I would like that." she replied. I changed the subject and began talking about myself for a bit. "Well my company has just gotten a contract for the new office building going up downtown. So I'll be working on that for the next few months." I said. "Oh you mean the one on Fifth Avenue? We're going to have a branch in that building! You might be working on my bank!" she.