I’ll go and change and you can make the tea.’ As Paul, was putting the tea cups on the coffee table, Fiona returned dressed in a button-down dress..., but with only the top buttons done up. It also had a very low-cut top, that just about held her braless wrinkly tits in place. ‘Oh Paul, you are a good boy making the tea. Now you seat yourself on the sofa and I will sit here opposite you, and we can have a nice chat. You don’t mind talking to an old lady like me do you?’Absolutely not Mrs Jones, in. I was silent for a moment and then said Pragya!! I said it because i felt it and wanted you to know what i feel for you.I am sorry if u didn’t liked it but this is what is true.On which she had no words to say and kept silent for few seconds,i broke the silence and asked her can i meet you tommorrow as it is my off on which she said,ok as she is also on leave tomm for some personbal work.Saturday came i called her at around 11.30am she asked me to pick her from shekh sarai as she went there for. I did not respond to his offer and desperately looked for a cab on the streets even though I knew that the city was shut down.Meanwhile, my mom called me. She was worried listening to all the news about the outbreak in Italy. I didn’t want to panic her by letting her know my situation. I assured my safety to her and disconnected the phone. I wanted to let her know that I was safe the next time she called me.Scott was still waiting for me to go with him. I realized I had no choice but to stay at. And anxiety. It had been so long that I’d nearly forgotten the message I’d sent, a message written in a moment of vulnerability ... mixed with a couple of scotches. I had been feeling the frustration of loneliness and wrote an open and honest invitation on one of the countless chat room boards, fully expecting it to collect dust among the other countless messages posted by other countless lonely men; a reality I’d become all too resigned with.But there it was.With nervous anticipation, I slowly.