They had the thirty-first pick in the draft, thanks to their trip to super bowl earlier in the year.I expect they invited me to visit so they could in...vestigate whether I was worth the cost they would pay to move up to the front of the draft to get me. The Patriots had shut down the Viking receiving corps in the second half of the Super Bowl. This was a team I could help.The team's hospitality manager met me at the airport and took me to a nice hotel a couple miles from the Viking Field House. Mine was on the right side, lower berth and there was an uncle sitting on the left side berth. I secretly wished that this journey should not be boring and the other two people who are yet to come should be interesting.It seemed like God answered my prayers when a stunning female entered the cabin and took the berth above mine. She kept her luggage and sat beside me exchanging greetings. Her name was Preeti who left her job as air hostess a month back and was just enjoying the new found. He was undressing himself. He stood in front of me in his brief. His body has the V shape, broad shoulders and narrow hip. Then I felt his hands on my bra, he unhooked it. I have lied down on the bed. I felt the passion is evaporating slowly. I am lying down as a cold meat. There is no much excitement in me. Then he stood on bed and bent down touched on my panty. He rubbed on the mound and slipped the panty off the legs. He stood on the bed staring at my body. I can hear only the humming of the. I have no friends. Nobody likes me. Everyone thinks Im a smelly loser. I get bullied and mocked by the bitchy popular valley-girls, they gossip and giggle about me, about how I stink, about my lame clothes, about how much of a dweeb and a loser I am, and when they see me in the hall they chant Smelly-boy, smelly-boy, Jonothons a smelly-boy! over and over and over. I still try to suck up to them cos I want to be popular and cool, and Im so in love with the leader Shelly, but they make me feel.