P Nagar, Bangalore) and on a random day in early April, I pinged her on WhatsApp complimenting on her really hot profile picture. One thing led to ano...ther and I invited her to share a drink near a famous watering hole in the area. She obliged and asked me to pick her up for which I was more than happy. She was wearing a black jeans pant with a sleeveless floral top that looked extremely sexy on her. We reached the pub in less than 10 minutes and started talking about our lives – professional. As they moved nearer to the window she could see the figure more clearly in the light spilling between the curtains, it was taller than her about 6ft she guessed and its skin was white with a slight shimmer as if it was wet and was completely hairless. Its neck was long and slender and rested on narrow shoulders, to her surprise on its chest where two very large pert breasts, pure white like the rest of the skin with what she took to be nipples in the same white but about 2 inches long,. “Terry!”I looked at my wife.“You know I’m going to die, right?”I nodded as tears started running down my face.“And I know you’re going to mourn, probably alone, at night, at home where no one can see you. That’s where Ronnie comes in.”I looked sharply at Ronnie, then back to Teri, “What…?”“I’ve asked Ronnie to sleep with you. To have sex with you. To make love to you.”I started to splutter my objections, my face undoubtedly beet red. I couldn’t face Ronnie.“Shut up, Terry. There isn’t time for. ”“Please, call me David.”“Ach, no. See, if I had met you on the street or in a pub, then David it would be. But you are the client and Mr. Weaver you shall remain. Tis the way we do things here.” he said, brushing me off.He polished off his drink and set the glass down on the side table, then stood and reached behind his back. From his waistband he pulled a holster, the handgun still in it, and handed it to me.“That’s a Browning. Designed by the same fellow who designed the 1911 you yanks are.