As they calculated the mysterious right hand side of the decimal, they learned that only two percent of the population was literate. Even of that two ...percent, many were copyists who knew not what they were copying, but treated words as if they were pictures to be replicated.If Esala had 50,000 inhabitants, which could easily be high, then maybe a thousand people could read. If half were copyists, then only 500 would dare to approach a book. Yet this shop had near 100 books! Who had the money. As you all know, Mumbai is a place where nobody has time for anybody. All kinds of business flourish here, no matter how demeaning it might sound. Bored with the mundane life, and being in a hardcore engineering company, where the female population is very restricted, the chances of hooking up or having flings is a distant possibility.One of my friends had planned to hit a gym close by and also advised me to attend the same. As advised, I joined the gym which was in Kharghar Navi Mumbai. I went. I told him that I am going to take bath and you finish up my room till that, and before entering the bath room I kept my bra and panty on the bed so that he can notice them and I dint took my towel with me. After 10 min I opened my bathroom door a bit and saw him as I guessed he was playing with my bra, I called him and told him to pass me towel, he immediately dropped my bra and came near the door to pass me towel, to tease him a bit I opened the door little more so that he can enjoy my nude. I think I know what it is, but before I have a chance to fully think about it, that cocky grin returns. It starts to annoy me. I decide that payback is due. I push on his shoulder, hard, and catch him off-guard. He tumbles to his back. I straddle his waist, fully aware that my juices are flowing all over his sexy abs. I brace myself on my hands to the sides of his head and lean down. I kiss him hard, using gravity to my advantage. I writhe over his body. He groans and grasps my hips. He pushes.