Yeh sirf tumhari ek fantasy, many men have this kinda fantasies. Aur kuch aurto kobhi aisi fantasies hoti hai. Don’t worry It’s all right.Me : Yeh... sab jan neke baad, are you hating me ?K : No baba I’m your best friend na ? I love you and I always willThis brought tears to my eye.K : Par ghussa hoon ki tumne yeh baat mujhse abtak chupai.Waise mere kapro mai tum toh mujhse bhi sexy lagrahe ho. ( Smiles ).Me : Sorry ! Ok now let me go, mujhe change karna hai.K : Par Chiku ( as she calls me ) mujhe. Her clothing was even worse than my own who considers himself a true slob. We had joined the institute at the same time and it was only natural for two transplants from Europe to stick together checking out garage sales to equip our modest households and bitching about the seemingly strange habits of our American colleagues.Later when we became better integrated in our respective workplaces this relationship dwindled away and when I returned to my native Austria to take up a senior position I. I’m sure of it.”“Okay,” he sighed. “Okay. I trust you.”“Better now?”“Yes, sure,” he said. “But don’t lock me up at home. I’d rather be posing all naked, than staying all cooped up in here.”“As you wish, baby,” Aron admitted. “What do you say? Do you want us to go together one day to check on him? I go almost every day, but you’re busier than me, so you should pick the day that’s most convenient for you.”“Are you really doing that? Are you going to see him every day?” he exclaimed.“Well, of. Just a hint of light from the streetlamps filling the room. I hear the door open, but I can’t see who it is from the bed. I call out, but there’s no response. I see him enter the room, and I immediately know. I know his shape. His movements. His scent. I sit up to greet him, but he’s already at my side, his lips crushing mine with a kiss. Our tongues tangled together in a lustful battle, I reach up to wrap my arms around his neck. I can feel that he’s still wearing his uniform. I run my hands.