The TV wouldbe delivered before noon. He promised to return by supper and he hadmore surprises for me. I love this guy! A long, passionate good-bye...kiss at the door almost ruined his plans for work, but he finallypulled away. I patted his ass as he left me, and I giggled at hissurprised "wooo".I bathed and soaked in some bath oils for awhile. I would need toshave my face in a few days, but delighted in not shaving there today.It felt delicious not to shave my crotch, but instead to brush. " I said. "I don't believe it." There're always a few skeptics. "That doesn't change the fact that that woman still drives a Mercedes and owns several properties in New York, Miami and Orlando." So why is she.....", someone behind me whispered.I didn't turn around. I looked at the woman and her familiar face trying to remember the story."She fell in love." Love? But what's that got to do with her becoming a hooker?" Her lover was in love with a prostitute. He confessed to her that the only way. The house we all agreed on was perfect for our needs but it also had one little flaw (if one can use an unintended pun). It was all to do with our finances and my misspent youth. We had to buy it.I ran away from home when I was twelve years of age a mess of teenaged angst and deep-seated hatred of how the world was treating me. My parents were clueless but you'd think they might have twigged with any thought at all, because their eldest son and heir did not have a single friend in the world.. Suddenly from behind, I caught her hand and pulled her into one of the toilet cubicles. I locked the door from inside, and I pinned her back to the door. I moved my lips closer to her mouth. But she suddenly placed her palm in between our lips. I accidentally kissed her hand instead.Me: Divya, you always loved to kiss me. But why did you stop me? And also, why did you ignore me for a week?She pulled down her panties till her knees. She raised her skirt up and showed me her butt. I was very.