‘Alright, Mr. Hero, I’ll be right back with your order.’ When she came back with my order she looked at me and said, ‘Johnny, don’t do it.�...� I didn’t know why I didn’t object to her calling me Johnny. Only family called me that. Everyone else called me John. ‘Do what, Mary? Eat the food? Is it that bad?’ I laughed. ‘Don’t go back with Sara. Don’t make the same mistake twice. You’re too nice a guy to be taken twice.’ ‘I don’t understand, Mary. Who said anything about Sara? Besides, she’s. He couldstill smell the flowery fragrance of the perfume on his neck and chest.* * * * * * * * * *Daniel stepped out of the toilets back onto the station concourse,holding his pant legs up slightly so that his tall heels could clearthem. As Daniel surveyed the busy station concourse he caught sight ofsomeone he recognised. His pinstripe suit and slicked black hair wereunmistakable. It was the man from the train.Daniel blushed as the man leered across at him. Daniel looked. Here I am going to write abut my mom- let me first introduce my mom to u she is abut 42yrs of age has a typical indian womens look plump always were saree here fig is 38 36 38 she is also a teacher she has a very sexy look.my story starts many yrs earlier when I was in 9th standard. one day during the lunch break I hered some of my frnds talking abut sombodies figer I also went to see her when I reached there only I found out that they were talking abut my mom I was really angry with them and. She was sleeping just below me. I just wish she was right under me! I went back, downed my now cool coffee, dropped a tip, and left with my port. My mind was filled with erotic images of the sexy stranger. My pants became a bit tighter as the thoughts became more vivid. Hiding my erection with my jacket, I retired to my room.* * * * *Perhaps she was right. I did not feel the least bit tired. I tossed my jacket on the bed, turned on the radio and sat in the chair that looked out the window. The.