It was a fairly average week. The usual work things going on. Managed to get out for a bike ride or a run most evenings. Interesting and sometimes ...naughty texts with the Nymphs. I was also thinking about calling Liz. I wanted to phone about Wednesday but didn’t want to seem too keen. And then I received an unexpected phone call from Liz on Wednesday morning.“I hope you don’t think I am being too forthright,” she started out. “But I would like to invite you out for dinner this Friday. Us ladki ne mujhe uske peeche peeche aane ko kaha. Main uske peeche peeche ek chhote se massage room me aa gaya.Usne mujhe towel diya aur apne kapde utarne ko keh ke baahar chali gayi. Maine meri T-shirt aur jeans utar di aur sirf underwear rehne di. Wahan ek bada sa mirror tha usme maine meri body dekhi.Abhi bhi acche muscles dikh rahe the. Itne saal gym karne ka result tha. Thodi der me darwaze pe ek halki si knock ki awaz aayi aur woh ladki andar aa gayi. Usne mujhe use and throw wala. The next part of his technique was based on an old cliché: ‘Candy is dandy, but liquor is quicker.’ You wanted the girl nice and high, not too much or you would have a vomiting nothing on your hands, but enough to make the complaint. Druggies of any sort were quickly abandoned. Laws on drunk driving are bad enough, but to get locked up for funny cigarettes in small town is unbelievably bad judgment.(Note this takes place a few years into the past before the nicotine nazi’s had taken. Babaji was still sleeping.When I took a bath I decided to go to my backyard pool for a swim.I was wearing a black bikini my large nipples and areola were visible.I started swimming and relaxing.After I few minutes I heard a child crying outside I became concerned and came out of the pool they cries were getting louder I quickly wrapped a towel below and with my wet top went outside it was a poor little boy who was crying he said I m a orphan my parents are no more and my uncle has kicked me out.