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I’ll never forget that time in Norfolk when I was getting all the cock and cum that I could take.
I saw her daily in the morning when she woke up from her bed.
I saw her as she got ready to go to work.
Standing at the window, staring at her as she came to the window of her room in the opposite building and put her wet towel to dry out in the sun, was getting to be a ritual.
But she never ever turned her gaze up to look at me.
In Nude womens weigh in. fact, for so many days now, I had not seen her face; only her figure, as she carried about her daily tasks.
Then she would step out, again her head lowered, and walk off to the bus stop to take a bus to work.
For days together, I was trying to muster enough strength to go down and follow her to the bus stop so that at least once I could see her face; but never could.
Those were difficult times for me, young and fresh just out of college from a small town; trying to make it out in the city.
All the smells and scenes and the people in the city were alien to me.
Work was tough; trying to keep alive on what meagre amount I could earn was even tougher.
I used to go to work late in the afternoon and return past midnight; tired and fed up; dreaming about the quiet countryside that I had grown in; gearing up to get some sleep in the raucous neighbourhood that seemed to have more street dogs than men.
And then there was her.
she seemed to me like Speed dating paris english. a statue of peace in all that mayhem.
All the surroundings that harassed me did not seem to flutter her a bit; she carried out her daily routine like a robot unfazed by anything that happened around her.
I never saw her come in as whenever I came home, which was pretty often after midnight, the lights in her small room were off.
I imagined her, sleeping peacefully like a child.
In a way, she gave me strength to go about the daily struggle.
But it intrigued me as well.
how could someone be so calm as to not raise her head even to look at the person who stared at her daily.
in the hope that she would gaze up once and show her face.
But her gaze was probably always fixed to her toes.
Until that day when all illusions were shattered.
It was a Sunday.
Never before had I seen her come out of her small room on Sundays.
I used to stay in my room all day too, as I never had enough money to step out and let go a bit.
All I could do was sit around in my small room on the third floor of a dilapidated building trying to get a glimpse at the window opposite to my room.
On that particular Sunday, at about 10:00 in the morning, I saw her opening the window; which was pretty unusual.
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