” And with that, he left. Mr. Rohit, then asked me “Rashmi, how do you think you’ve done”.Me – “I think I did Ok.Rohit – “That’s gre...at. We think so too. But we’ve interviewed a lot of others and have the same thoughts about a couple of others as well.”I was crestfallen. I knew that it was done and now they were going to reject me. Visions of my town, my stifled life swam before my eyes.Arvind – “Rashmi, Why did you choose to come to Pune. It’s so far from your place.”Me – “Well, sir, I had to. I would give my number out all the time to try and get work so used to get quite a few odd and unusual calls and most ended in earning money so that was great. So one day I get a call from a very pleasantly spoken lady, a strong but not butch voice asking about fitting a new radio in her car. I said “of course I can when do you want me?” There was a slight chuckle from her end so you could tell she wasn’t a prude. So this as going to be a pleasant job, I just didn’t know how pleasant yet.. We. She slowly reversed her actions from beginning of this story. She get down for her panties and stockings, pulled them up. Firstly front side then back, and than done something that was like a cherry on top of the cake for me. With her left hand she keep holding her skirt and with right hand she get over her cunt. She pressed her panties again her pussy. Like a twice, with her middle finger pointing exactly between her labia. There was no wiping of her pussy after peeing. Can you imagine how. " I'll take it." EPILOGUERon and I spent five glorious years together. Although we nevermarried, for all intents and purposes we were man and wife, and we dideverything together: season tickets to the opera, Cubs games everysummer, all of the wonderful festivals that Chicago is famous for, andof course dinner at Morton's every Saturday night when we were in town. We traveled around the world together, several times (I managed to get aphoto ID as Mrs. Right) and I even met Ron's son,.