Her parents are in other city but she was living with her uncle.She told me that her parents are trying to get her married but due to her overweight a...nd other problems, they are not getting a proper boy. She was suffering from migraine problem. She told everything about her family and challenges. I consoled her and assured that she will get married soon. I don’t have any plan to fuck her. I was just looking for a friend. After having a conversation for one hour, we have planned to have a dinner. But nobody ever knocked. I called out, “Come in?” and the door opened. I was agape. What was this kind of man doing here? He was wearing a simple, tight white T-shirt, with a gold arrow in the right breast, and plain denim jeans. He had a shortish crop of dark curls, near black, and his skin was a dark olive. His mouth betrayed the first hints of a smile and his eyes said much the same. They were large and emerald green, both dazzling and sinister in equal measures. This was a man who could. ”“Did it?”“For a while. That was about five years ago. It was an eye-opener for me. I learned about the female response ... learned to read it and to appreciate it. I mean -- everyone’s different, but the basic response is hard-wired into our brains. Our therapist taught me how to look for the little tells.”“Tells? What tells? Telling what?”“Your level of arousal. You’re vocal, Marcia.”“Oh, I know. I’m sorry but I can’t help it. If it bothers you, stuff a sock in my mouth.”“That’s not it at. Mr. S looked at Ashley sternly and said, “Ashley, I am severely disappointed in you and your lack of punctuality. Give me one reason why I shouldn’t be giving you a week’s worth of detention”. Ashley’s draw dropped. A whole week? But she had cheerleading practice! She knew that she had to get out of this, but how? Subtly, she stuck out her chest, smoothed her skirt, and bit her lip. Ashley knew that some of the male teachers went easy on her because of her looks, but she had never tried it.