Completed graduation here and now doing job in a mnc company.So before i started let me introduce to the goddess of this story, yup m talking about th...e grishma, she is married and a mother of 1 baby child and i am 23 now, my story is little bit long because i want to share each and every moment with her.For the betterment of all the readers i am narating it in hindi. So friendsye story tabse start huyi jabse mai gujrat aya tha. Mai sabse pehle pg me rehta tha or waha se grishma ka ghar mushkil. Taking one red rose out from the rest, I placed it on the table in the suite. Then I tore the petals gently off the remaining roses and scattered them from the door to the table; another trail to the other room where a hot tub awaited. I then made another trail to the bed where I scattered the remaining petals. I next arranged candles throughout the two rooms and around the hot tub. I then went to her house, knowing she wasn’t due home from work yet, and taped an envelope to her door. Inside. We exchanged small talk, you know, like where are you from and what did you do before coming here? It seemed so strange that two naked strangers could be sitting on a couch enjoying a conversation like at an ordinary cocktail party. Without me noticing, George began filming our conversation. Apparently, this was intentional in order to get me get accustomed to the camera. I continued to sip the wine while BJ complimented me on my body and said my breasts and nipples were delectable. He asked. Once the vitals were pierced, anyone would go down real or pretender. He was careful to only take down the real ones. It was snowing. That was how he knew he would make a kill tonight. Only the real ones came out in this weather. Those who could survive any car wreck and to whom cold meant nothing. He left the stuffy steamy warmth of the cheap hotel room to face the biting New England wind laden with miniature versions of the needles he carried. There were few cars brushing past in the slushy.