" What if they tried to do something with me?" Go along with it, if you want." Do you want me to be a slut?" No, I don't want it, I just want you to b... free. If you like something, do it, don't ask my permission, but later you must tell me what it was. You’ve already gone so far with Fernando that I’m re-thinking our relationship." She seemed truly hurt. Too bad, I thought. If there’s something in all this that gets me aroused, I won’t question it. I’ll let it play out."Is that your fetish, me. She decided to go and look for a coffee shop which had wireless so she could check her emails in peace.She picked one of the chain coffee shops feeling sure they would have wireless.Today she was dressed in a black skirt suit, skirt knee length with her customary lace top hold ups and kitten heel shoes for comfort.She ordered her coffee and found a corner where no on one else sitting, opened her laptop and started to check her emails.Sat at a table a couple of tables from hers, was Bob, Bob. Bade shehar or college ka khula mahoul dekh kar mein bohat khush or excited thi.Meri class mein bohat ladke the par vo meri taraf dekhte bhi nahi the kyon ke mein gawaron jesi dikhti thi. Suit pehanna, chotti banana or kahan shehar ki ladkiyan. Ek din mein hostel room mein rone hi lag gai. Meri roommate, Suman, ek smart ladki thi jis ke 3-3 boyfriend the. Vo mujh se puchne lagi ke kya baat hai to mene us ko bataya ke mein sundar nahi hoon is liye koi ladka mujhe dekhta bhi nahi. Vo hasne lagi. She'd told him that there was no ulterior motive and that she was there purely to provide sex as a therapy. And then he'd treated her like he had and made her feel not only an attractive and desirable woman but one with a personality and feelings. She loved him but he would never love her back in the same way: fond of her, caring, responsive but never loving her."Aw, come on!" she thought to herself. "I've always known 'e's a nice bloke so why should I think different when 'e fucks me nice?....