"You always do." I smile. He takes my hand. "Come here for a second. Lets go over in this other room for a minute." He says and pulls me in that ...direction before I can say no. Once we are alone, I see the smile on his face. He opens my robe without taking is eyes off my face. I feel his hand glide over my skin to my panties. "You need to take these off." He says and then bends down to slide them off my legs. then he puts them to his face and smells them. "You are wet." He says and. I know that if I did that I wouldn’t stay here. I would go to New Mexico where my mom is.”“So, will ever see you again?” I asked. “I don’t know” she replied “But thank you for this great memory that I will always carry with me.” We pulled into the Park and Ride and she let me out. I could see tears in her eyes. I moved to her side of the car, she rolled down the window. “Good bye!” she said. I leaned in, giving her one last kiss on the cheek. “Good bye!” I said softly. She quickly backed out. It was not much, but he had to satisfy his urges. When Nicholas finally got his binoculars, he was delighted to find he could see into the Rubin’s bedroom, though it was obscured by a screen. He had a real, live woman to jerk it to, and he was completely willing to ignore the fact that Mrs. Rubin had a frumpy body, and sagging breasts. She was 48 years old and was not the ideal “girl next door,” but Nicholas did not exactly know that.Sometimes in public or in the glimpses of TV he would get. I promised her that even if at the last moment she decides against it, I won’t be angry or annoyed. We spoke for few more days and decided to meet on weekend. They wanted to come to my home but I insisted on their home. I reached their home. The husband picked me up from the metro station and took me to his house. On the way he was curious about the other couples I have met and was asking me to be soft to his wife. We reached home. She was dressed in a beautiful blue saree tied well below her.