“Come on Abbey” said Joe. “Don’t be shy. Tell us where we can find a bar that has lots of pretty women who are anxious to help a guy to have a... good time.”Abbey blushed, and shook her head as if she did not know the answer. Of course, she knew exactly where such bars could be found, but she did not want to let these foreign men know that she knew. So, she retreated from the table and left the men to their discussion, although she was curious to know why Joe had suddenly asked her this question. ..our tongues entwined rubbing against each other...I cant...I cant stop... I should... but I can't my legs are trembling just with the thought of him. It's no longer my hands moving...my whole body is moving towards my fingers... I want it to be him. I dont dare to open my eyes. I dont want his image to disappear. When suddenly I hear a knock on the door, and without waiting for the answer he enters the room. Luckily enough, by that time, my hands are out, and although I am still short of. I left work early because I could not focus, trying to think of a way to break the bad news to my dad. Just before reaching home, I tried calling my mobile again, oping against hope that someone would pick up. To my surprise, someone did.Me: Hello?Thief: Hello kaun hai?Me: Ye phone mera hai! Sale kaine mera phone chura liya.Thief: Oh madam aap ho. Bas me ye phone bechne hi jane wala tha, achcha phone hai. Paise achche milenge.Me: Please wapas dedo. Mere papa ne abhi dilake diya tha naya phone,. I opened the door and it was Bob. Now Bob, as I mentioned, is my husband’s tennis mate. He has his own business as a builder; he has around five or six other people who work for him. He is single in his late forties, he’s six foot tall, nice looking, has a bit of beard stubble and is very fit looking too, I say that begrudgingly because I don’t really like his self-centred attitude, he’s around eighty kilos. We have met each other only a few times, but usually just brief encounters. I know he.