I could feel that curvy figure I had been admiring earlier. I wanted to stroke it but felt embarrassed. Her perfume was soft and so enticing. We got t...o her room. Moira asked if I would not mind waiting while she freshened up just to make sure that she was really fine. I agreed and walked into the room behind her. She told me to fix a drink and went off to the bathroom. I could hear water running as I poured a glass of whisky for me.A few minutes later, Moira came out of the bathroom. Now she. As usual I was very hungry that day. I asked her to give me the food which I ate quickly for I wanted to make full use of the opportunity and compelled her to eat also. While she was leaving, i asked her, if she can come in the evening and cook for for me, which she agree. When she came in the evening, i close the grill along with main door (wooden) & balcony door as well. Till this time didn’t touch her. I wanted her to show some willingness before starting anything. I took her one hand in. Her hair stopped just below her shoulders, shimmering in the dim light. I’m talking hair straight out of those hairgasm commercials on TV. Yes, that is what I remember most, the first time I saw her. I had been in meetings all day and was exhausted. Manual labor is tiring, but not the head pounding, wore out, limpness fatigue you get from mental strain. So I hit the first bar I saw after leaving the office. One drink, just one. You know, to relax. Nice bar, I thought. Upscale place. The kind. Amy, Monica’s roommate, worked earlier and had already gone home or wherever she went. She seemed to be avoiding me most of the short time our shifts overlapped. She was most likely the source of the gossip. ‘So what did you hear?’ I asked, curiously. ‘Oh something about spankings, getting her all excited and….’ ‘And what?’ I was dying to know the rumors going around. ‘I can’t say,’ she said with an embarrassed look. She suddenly excused herself pretending she had to take care of something.