At the time she would be more than content to have this type of life she envisioned. Mona Carter saw this life well within her grasp when she met Myro...n. In her eyes, Myron was a perfect gentleman. He was a polite, well-mannered and financially well to do man that could provide her with the things she always dreamed about. Like many midwestern girls from her small town she had envisioned being swept away by a successful man and into upper middle class society. "So what if he's a bit nerdy." she. She opened the door and beckoned the kid to come in— I guess he was probably just about eighteen, old enough to drive a delivery van or a motorbike with a pizza hotbox on the back but not much more. She was safe enough, even without him knowing who else was in the house. He hadn’t a clue what to do— actually he could barely speak— despite the fact that she was squirming on the spot. “What kind of tip do you normally get?”“Um, whatever...”“Would feeling these do?”Poor kid, I thought. I. The thought that i shouldn’t be doing this never entered my head, she was so drunk, and she found herself kissing back. My hand gripped her’s thigh and she tightened her grip around my shoulder.“i shouldn’t be doing this,” i thought to myself, but the drink had made her erotic to a level that she just didn’t care. Normally she would have never even let someone else touch her never mind kiss her passionately. We continued to kiss and it felt lovely, and my left hand started stroking her hips and. After a while, she was attracted by a book which I was reading (Catalyst – by Chandramouli) and asked me about it. I figured that she wants to strike a conversation with me.So I engaged with her for a while casually. Her name was Sandhya. our conversation started to become a little witty as we talked more. She was traveling to Hyderabad on the same flight but our seats were way apart. And then the boarding announcement was made. We boarded the plane and settled down.Soon after the takeoff she.