My Indian Colleague
Years ago I worked in a restaurant kitchen with an Indian dude named Sindar. From time to time I’d catch him looking at me but I thought nothing of it.
One Saturday night after work, we went to the bar across the street and then home to my place.
”Show me where you sleep”, he kept saying. I finally did and committed one or two sex acts that his alleged girlfriend refused him.
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