A second loud crack came and her door felled into the room. A large fireman step over the door in his hands he griped some strange looking device."Kat...y," he called her name in a calm voice. "Are you okay?"She opened the bathroom door and stared at him, he was a giant. At least seven feet tall she thought. Now that was a tall man."I'm Okay. What was wrong with that door?" I have no idea Miss. My job is to get you free of this room." He stepped over to her and picked her up."So let get you out of. After our kiss was stopped for lack of air, she saw me drifting down below her breasts. I stopped to give her bellybutton some attention.Back when she was little, I would often give her tummy a raspberry, making a farting sound, to which she giggled endlessly. This was similar, but directly over her bellybutton, to which she took a halting deep breath in preparation for where I was going next.She knew where I was heading, but she waited for me. I took the sides of her matching panties by my. Does time have a meaning in a situation like this? But time did matter, I had to get to my new job as a sous-chef in a gastro pub in Holland Park.We said good bye to one another on the steps of Piccadilly Circus, promising we’d meet again in the morning at ten o’clock. I started work the next day at two and tomorrow would be Sandra’s last day. There would be no more opportunities. Everyone wasn’t carrying mobile phones back in that summer of two thousand, not like now. We would just have to. We both completed our BTech during the same year but in different colleges. We also got placed in the same company and in Mumbai. We lived in rented apartments around 15 minutes away. This incident happened in July last year. Our company had organized a night party on a weekend. And for some reason we had an off on Friday (Saturday and Sunday are usually off). So it was a 3day long weekend. My roommates and hers too were from Nagpur too. They decided to go home for d weekend. However, me and.