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The Salesman

... her homework and dragged it over to me. Rather than sitting down next to me, she put the books on the couch beside me and kneeled in front of me. "Aw that's easy," I teased even before I looked at the problem and Pooja giggled. After looking at the problem and the examples in the book, I was happy to find out it was actually a pretty easy problem to figure out. Once I was able to get that one completed and showed Pooja how to do it, I was able to teach her how to get all the rest of the problems after that. "Thanks, oh I still don't know your name," she said as she hastily wrote the problems down as if to get it on paper before she forgot it. "Call me CB," I said with a smile. My name is actually something else but I always thought CB sounded cool so I gave it out instead. "Okay CB," Pooja said as she looked up from below me. She was smiling and I looked down her t-shirt at the tops of her young breasts. "Now remember all of Algebra is steps and you have to remember all the steps as you go along or otherwise you'll be lost," I told her as she leaned in and watched me do the problems. She smelled absolutely heavenly. "See you have to get the X alone, or any unknown for that matter and then you can do the math to figure out what it is equal to," I explained. Pooja smiled and watched me and seemed pretty impressed with my know-how. She grinned and blushed when I told her she'd probably never use Algebra in her career as a model. "Oh I could never be a model," she said and ...

... smiled. Her eyes diverted mine and she seemed shy suddenly. "You k**ding? You could be a great model," I told her and looked her over. She seemed surprised by my assuredness. "You really think so?" she asked and looked down at herself as if she was trying to see what I saw. "Yeah, you got the look, you could easily make it," I said and looked down her top while she was fidgeting and taking all of it in. "Here stand up," I told her and leaned back on the couch. She looked at me and smiled. She stood up and stood before me with a big shy smile on her face."Back up a little," I told her, as I looked her over. "How tall are you?" I asked. She giggled and said, "I think I'm 5'2, my mom says I'm too short to be a model," she told me as she stepped back two steps. "Nah, that was the old days. Models come in all shapes and sizes now, you have to have the look of health and vitality," I explained. First, I'm a maths wiz and now I'm an expert on modelling. "Really?' she said as I told her to spin around. She did and went way too fast for a model and my tastes. "Make a slow turn, like you are a queen and everyone should be looking at you," I advised her. It sounded pretty professional, too. "Is this better," she asked as she spun more deliberately. "Better yeah, good no," I scolded her. "This time put you right hand on your hip and do it but at half the speed you did it the last time," I said and sipped my juice. "Also put in a slight swing of your hips too." I hadn't d***k any water today ...