I promised to help her and told her to come for an interview in my company. She said okay. Then, she was about to leave and said which way you go home.... I said I will be going through another way. As it’s late, I will help you to go home and then I will go to mine. She said fine and we caught a Riksha and went to her PG.We were sitting closer and I told her that you are so beautiful and you don’t have the typical looks of a north- eastern girl and you look more of a north Indian girl. She smiled. I rolled down my window she asked if I could spare some change for a drink. I gave her a cold coke and she walked off. A few hours has passed and I had to pee, I grabbed my spare key and hoped out of my truck, I walked to the back right corner of my trailer, it was a great spot to pee without getting caught. I figured I would be brave and so I walked back across to the book store. Same clerk, more small talk and he didn't recognize me. I know I couldn't pass maybe from a hundred yards in the. As I continued to suck and slurp Becky's bearded clam like a starving man, she read aloud from the file. "When we read your, you know, 'Hairy Pussy Manifesto', we knew you were the man for the job, boy howdy." She then proceeded to quote from the letter I had written to my pornographers so long ago. "A hairy pussy is a pussy alive with the natural flavor designed to drive men wild with desire. Images of shaved slits are boring and should be abolished in all forms so that only bushy, beautifully. And if the others don't want to come, I'll come by myself ... that is if it's okay." See if you can talk the others into it," Sandy said as she looked over at Charlie. "I think I might be more comfortable with them here."Charlie met her gaze. "Still afraid of us being alone, huh?" Yes ... but like I told you this afternoon," Sandy replied, looking herself over and assessing how close she was to naked, "It's more me than you that I'm afraid of."As Anita passed through the room, coming from the.