” She clutched her stomach, groaning. “I was only teasing, Nekko and Trebble. I’ve avoided my responsibilities for too long. I’m not about to ...retreat now that I’m finally sober. Well...” she hesitated, moaning again, “almost. I’m not quite fully recovered, yet.”“You go, Nekko and Trebble,” Meg insisted. “Don’t let Mom slide!”“You may want to work on your patter over the next few days,” Abe suggested. “This sounds like a lot to convey to a skeptical audience. Your main problem isn’t winning them. But she was so stubborn that i couldn't get her off from the topic she kept on asking questions like how i felt while doing it? Why i was nerveous? And she asked me about what value will give for sex in my life and all? I gave her the answers which i felt was best according to me. Then she again started saying few things life even she has had some intimate session with her Ex-BF in her hometown and now as she is staying in hostel she missing those times. I replied her casually stating that hmm. My knees go weak and he steadies me with his hands on my ass as he works his tongue deeper into my slit. With a wet pop, my bra opens and slides down my arms, revealing my breast. Soft, warm lips encircle my nipples, one at a time, a slight grazing of teeth and I sigh. Remembering what the woman had done to the man when she was getting worked on, I wound my hands into his hair and pulled him closer to me, sealing his lips to my lower lips. I feel like I was being suspended in time, nothing but. Low cut and could hypnotize any man. Who is this stranger? She thought as she laid the dress out on her bed. Who the hell is this person? First the text then the rose and now a dress. What was next?At 4:00pm she got another text. ‘Will you be my Valentine?’ it was from the same number.‘Only if you tell me who you are?’‘And spoil the surprise!’ came the next text.‘Just tell me one thing please. Do we know each other?’ her reply.‘Yes! Friend of a friend.’Judy was so confused; she had no idea who.