That’s as close as I’ve ever come to peeing myself since I was probably two years old.Like before, she was way inside my personal space, actually ...poking me in the belly with her substantial boobs. She turned her huge almost-black eyes up to me and said in her peculiar accent, “Well, hello there, Bobby. Did you come to pay me?”After a couple of false starts, I got my mouth to working and answered, “Uh, yeah, that’s why I’m here.” I reached for my wallet and this time she didn’t try to stop me. I. Without wasting any more time, let’s go to the main part.I have a friend, Komal. We met in the gym before my divorce. She is a bit dark with 5.7 height 34 30 36 figure. After the divorce, I stayed with her in her home as she stays alone. I asked her to refer me to some jobs. I gave nearly 8 interviews, but all I failed. That night we had a party and both drank and did some chit chat. Komal: Riya I have something to say to you.Me: What?Komal: If you attend the interview in this way you can’t get. ” She offered me an Oreo.“Plans, long range I mean, not this weekend? Where are you headed? Do you know? College?” I mentally put the weekend on hold.“Get out of here next year with some summer courses; finish college in three, masters before I’m twenty.”I nodded and chewed, puzzled and impressed. Most of the people I knew didn’t plan much past their next bathroom break. “How old are you, don’t mind my asking?”“Not unless it’s for foul purposes. I’m jailbait, thirteen, but I’m taking junior. 'Get a bit more sleep if you can, ' I said, 'and I'll call you at nine.''I only woke up so I could kiss you goodbye, so come here.' She concentrated on the task and after a minute I disengaged.'I'm in danger of coming back to bed, ' I told her, 'so I'd better go now.' I unhooked her arms from my neck and stood up. She made a snuffling noise, rolled over, and was fast asleep in about ten seconds. I put the cups in the sink and let myself out.As I stepped out of the front door I looked around..