By seeing Komal one person was very happy. He told us to have a seat then Komal said.Komal: I told you about the girl for an interview, it is her.He r...elaxed and hugged Komal and pressed her ass in front of me. He made her stand near his table. He called another guy on the phone and told him to come in his cabin. Komal was standing beside his chair and he asked me.Boss1: Have you worked anywhere?Me: No.Boss1: Did Komal tell you about the work?Me: YesBoss1: What she did she say about this. However, I never considered the idea that someone I know would have a session with me. It's almost impossible that someone I know would stumble across the site I work for and find me by accident."But, it happened. Last night during a session...a new customer came into the chat room and all was going well until they referred to me by my actual name. I always use a fake name in my sessions. It kind of freaked me out. When I questioned him, he disconnected our chat."That's when I left. I thought. Oh my God, is that my neighbor’s voice? Im not sure!!?? I pull the shirt down to cover myself, but don't think I can cover everything. It really is such a short tiny little shirt, and the more I pull it down, the tighter it gets across my torso and hips.I hear people standing up, some laughter, then the sound of the hallway door open and close as people leave. It’s quiet. I hear the bedroom door open slowly, the low creak so loud to my ears. Suddenly, I shriek as hands grab me and flip me. She seemed well behaved, and didn't lunge into any further kisses with me after her initial welcome. I kind of wished she'd do it again, and yet I didn't. I was surprised at the conflicted feelings I felt about her.We talked about her helping me again over the summer as a 'Girl Friday – Assistant – Aide – Secretary – Editor – Etc.' and she accepted my offer instantly and with excitement. She explained that with many of her courses and study, she would be more valuable to me.One thing I learned.