She asked me to do that if I want. She sends her narration to me and I tried to mix some spices with all original experience of her. I send a mail to ...her asking whether this narration is ok and she said it’s exactly what happened to her.Let me introduce her, her name is Nikita. A girl from a middle class family. Not so fair, a dark brownish in colour with a height of 5 ft. approx. Her age was 28 when this incident happened to her. Its three years ago. She had a little fatty body with assets of. Taped on the inside of the door was a manila envelope. "YES!" I shouted but the grin on my face turned to a puzzled expression as I noticed that everyone else, all the freshmen around me, also had envelopes and were opening them up with dread. And nearly all looked relieved as they began to read.Confused, I opened my envelope and found a single white sheet of paper. Unlike the previous notes, this one had a typed, not hand written salutation and it was not personal, just generic:Fresh boy or. Brad armed with Jessica and Sandra’s phone number pledged to begin calls on Tuesday. He and Jake signed autographs and posed for pictures. Everyone wanted to see their new Memorial Cup Championship rings.“There are my heroes of the game!” Abby smiled giving Brad a slightly more sensual kiss and hug than Jake. She could feel the wishful, hungry eyes of several men eyeing her revealing top and short skirt.They along with other players were mobbed for pictures and autographs and to gaze at their. I had to bite my lip to stifle my gasp as I caught myself and straightened up.To be honest, it frightened me more than a little, Sir, that You should have such an effect on me, and I considered again the possibility of simply bolting, literally dropping everything and making a run for what had been my normal life. But the thought was barely formed before it vanished as I consciously stepped forward and into Your presence.You were reading a letter, Sir, and seemed not to notice me as I.