“I appreciate your coming over,” she replied. “You want to take a look at the machine?”“Sure,” I said. I walked into the house and she le... me to the den. I followed her, admiring her bouncy ass and feeling a bit guilty about it – but still admiring it anyway.“This damn thing is not working,” she announced, pointing at the JVC that sat on top of the TV. “I can’t get the playback to work.” She flipped on the TV, and the screen was blue. “Is there a DVD in there?” I said.“I’m not…sure,” she said. I will cut short the intro part as you can get it in my previous story and directly will come to another day.So as described she left early in the morning. I was so tired and sleepy that I didn’t even realize when she left. When I woke up at 10, I had a faint memory that she kissed me and left. I was wondering why hasn’t she come yet. As schools usually start at 8 and she might have left even before that.So my brain was wondering if she was happy with the previous night or not, should I call. Mixed in with the groans and cries of the jockeys were slightly softer groans from a number of the women present.“Looks like some of the ladies in the audience really enjoyed the race,” I said softly to Tat.“If you did a trousers check,” she replied, “I’m willing to bet more men than women got off watching this.”“I’m not going to take that bet,” I replied. Then I added, “I appreciated the race, but my pants are dry.”“Mine would be if I were wearing any,” she said, grinning at me. “But then I’m. However, I had lost one hope. She won’t let me touch even. After some days she called up. She was upset. She wanted to meet, I immediately agreed.We met for dinner, she was quite upset with some family matters of hers and ordered some booze, I was kinda fine with it, she had three sangrias and totally out of control. She was walking with great difficulty and slurred speech (as we call it in medical terms).She told me she couldn’t go back to her pg in this condition, I willingly took her home on.