She: ok, but what should I do? How can I help you?Me: There is a task of wearing saree for guys but I don’t know how to wear saree.She was smiling a... she might have imagined how funny it would be.Me: please help me, there is a prize of rs.2000 (which was a lie).She: ok, I will teach you to wear saree but you have to give me 1000 Rs if you win.I agreed.She asked me to come to her bedroom. I asked her whether I can wear the sari she was wearing as it was a good one. She agreed after hesitating. ”[a few days later on the satellite phone]“Have you thought about what I said?”“Hey, don’t be so difficult. I had dinner with an old boyfriend last night. No, I didn’t fuck him but I sure wanted to. We did get each other off like we used to though. You know, those ways you thought were so sexy when we talked about them on our honeymoon. Hey, how are you dealing with our separation?”“Are you sure there isn’t more? One of the guys on the alternative shift has been hitting on me and says there are. ”His face remained stern, but his voice seemed to soften.“Perhaps you should come with me to the station. It is warm there,” he nodded, “We have some nice cots. Hot tea, with honey. Maybe even something to eat?”My eyes welled up again. Is this real? Is this happening? It was pointless to try and explain myself. He’d have been an idiot to believe me. I bowed my head low as he walked me out of the alley. I spread my legs as he patted me down. I put my bare hands on the icy hood of his car. A tear. "Why don't you try sitting down for now, you might find it easier" she said, so I followed her advice and sat on the small stool that was under the dressing table.Whether I liked it or not I was being forced to confront the reality of the body I now possessed and now that I was becoming aware of it, every movement and sensation was a voyage of discovery. I couldn't imagine that a birth-borne woman would ever feel like this about herself, it must just be that my senses were heightened by my.