Knowing that her mind was already in the gutters, no need to pretend I’m innocent after all. “I can do that, as long as I get to see the back of y...ur head.” Was my reply to her as quickly as my fingers could type on my phone. “I’m growing my hair longer now, should be interesting to see what you do to the back of my head”.“I’ll need proof”. I sent to her. She sent me a photo of her face and longer hair. She looked really beautiful, her hair was past her shoulders and dark brown. I could just. I told her to admit that she was just as horny as me and she should have known this was coming her way when she removed her top; she was staring at my dick all this time between. I tried touching her boobs again and she turned and started walking towards the door. I was scared as hell that she might start screaming and tell people that I tried to rape her but instead she pushed the door and bolted it shut and said “chutiye darwaza to band kar deta” (you should have locked the door you stupid. ‘What is this? An assignment for Creative Writing 101?’ She brightened. ‘Yes it is. A change of roles for the moment. I am the teacher, you are the student. You are to write me a story, no more than 250 words, of your favorite fantasy. Even one you haven’t thought of yet would be more than acceptable. The first thing that comes out of your finger tips, no editing, no revision.’ ‘Hell… Can I clean up the typos?’ Another pause. ‘OK. But that’s it, nothing else.’ ‘How do you know that I’ll follow. She felt tense, so I began massaging her ankles. Five or so minutes later, I reached her calves. Her eyes were closed and her breathing took on a slow, steady rhythm. When I arrived at her knees she was sleeping. Gingerly, I slid out from under her, pulled a cotton quilt over her, tucked it in, and gave her a long kiss on the neck. She smiled in her sleep and ran her fingers through her hair. I lay down on the carpet beside her and fell asleep.The next morning over breakfast Julie seemed lost.