He looked different and I liked what I looked at so I watched him, smiling and waving back to him as he waved at me.Then I saw him jerk, his body conv...ulse, and shoot white liquid onto the glass in the window, which ran down, something deep in my physique knew this was naughty, but it was captivating stuff and I watched him do it again and again, but never told anyone about it.Many years later when I returned home one Summer from Newcastle, I actually met him, by then I was a very sexually. The other day we both were in the same lift while entering the odc. I couldn’t withstand and thought of saying hi and almost did that and she also looked like responding but words didn’t come and we both stood in lift looking at each other until it’s opened and we entered odcs without speaking a word again.I guess when we meet the right girl/woman words get struck. May be same for woman/girls. One thing for sure, she was my type. I got that. One day, while I was leaving on my bike after office. He picked her up again and gently laid her on the bed.He propped up a pillow to make her comfortable and then moved to her feet. Returning back to their game he asked in his made up British butler accent,"Would madam like a foot massage? It has been a rather long day." Hmmm, and what would be the charge of this service?" This is on the house madam, though the pleasure of your company would be wonderful as a gratuity." Vimal said bowing his head courteously."Very well, your services are. But then you got us all into television.”“I didn’t do it. Rhonda did. And she recognized what you could do with your talent on a talk show. If it had all be left up to me, I’d still be doing a weekly cooking show.” I guess I sighed a little.“You miss that, don’t you?” she said.“Yeah. I never really thought I’d be doing the same kind of show that you do.”“Oh, you’re not. My show is funny.”“Thanks.”“Lover, go back to doing what you love. What would you be doing if you could be doing anything you.