“She took Eric to the station and I just sat around outside. I was thinking about what had happened so far, which had heightened my anticipation. ...I had a real adolescent hard-on and felt really nervous. Was it going to happen, or had I misread the situation. I remembered her saying what a big boy I was and how much the ladies would appreciate me, et cetera. She came and sat on a chair opposite me, giving me a cheeky grin. Her blond hair was tied up. She wore white shorts and a tank top. Preeti: Yar main nah late ho rahi hu. Ghar par nah pati faltu drame karega. Tu mujhe gaddi tak drop krde. (Hey, I am getting late, and my husband will start tantrums. Can you please drop me at the car?)Me: Haa thik hai. (Yes, Okay)As we walked, I asked for her name and work details.Me (Touching her shoulders): Kaisa laga jo metro mein hua! (How did you felt what happened back in the metro?)Preeti: Main bilkul thandi padh gayi thi aur excited hogayi thi ki aage kya karega tu. (I got shocked and,. ” Our dates end with a coffee, chat, maybe the exchange of a book or tool or fishing lures and unstated mutual appreciation for the services rendered and appreciation for the closeness. He knows I am there to suck his seed as well as be a sounding board for those things that wear on guys. We are well beyond any feelings of guilt and as far as the world is concerned we are just two guys who share a lot of the same hobbies and interests. The friendship began with a specific need, grew as I. We enter the office, glaring with hatred at each other. WHAM!!! Damn near jumping out of our skins at the sound, we look at the VP and see Old Hickory flat on the desk top, and his pencil holder flying off the desk at the force of the blow. Meekly we sit on the chairs in front of his desk while he glares at us with a murderous glint is his eyes. The silence is deafening as he glares at us. Finally he sits down and just lightly raps his palm with Old Hickory while he contemplates us. I am in.