Fuck. Sleep. Shit.* (she looks up) *I do quite a lot actually.* GAVIN: *Anything that doesnt involve having to talk to me.* RACHEL: *What do you want ...to talk about Gavin? Football? Cars? How often you fart in your sleep?* She laughs but there is bitterness in her voice. GAVIN (ignoring this): *Can I read it?* RACHEL: *Its not finished.* GAVIN (jokingly): *I want to see what youve been writing about me.* RACHEL does not answer so he gets up and teasingly attempts to snatch the writing pad from. “Sorry I’m late,” I said. “I had to leave a note for my roommate.”“You still haven’t seen him?”I shook my head. “He didn’t come home last night. I’m beginning to believe he’s a figment of my imagination.”She laughed, kissed me, and then deftly slipped under my arm as we walked into the dining hall. Since it was so early, the place wasn’t crowded. There were still a fair number of people, but we easily found a table near a window.“Is that all you’re going to eat?” she asked when we sat down.I. Her name is Rekha, age was around 35 and she had a nice structure. Her figure would be 36-32-36, this would be my guess as she is very busty and assy… I met her when I went to stay at my aunt’s house in Chennai on a vacation. She is a housewife and her husband is a manager in a well-reputed firm and they had two kids one of age 10 and other of age 7. Since the kids are school going and her husband was busy all days, she would roam around in the city and visit friends most of the day. So. Sharon's thick red hair hung in carefully curled ringlets to her shoulders. Her eyes were heavily decorated with mascara and a lustrous green eyeshadow. Her cheeks were very pink and her lips were red. She wore a tightly closed floor-length robe of shimmery silver-threaded cream. Her look and bearing was regal, yet demure.Despite herself, Angie found something totally captivating and quite titillating about the rather garish appearance of the lovely young woman. She had almost forgotten.