His name was Khalid Muzain, he was 53 years old, about 5 feet 10 inches tall, brown complexion, had a moustache and owned a couple of small restaurant... in Mumbai. The only reason he got shortlisted was because he was Hussains uncle and it would have be easier dealing with him than dealing with anyone else.Next day, the three of us met at National Park in Borivali. Muzain seemed to fit the bill perfectly, he was a married man and had four k**s in Allahabad, he spoke mostly Hindi, but could. Remember the firsttime you found out? You were surprised, but so happy at finding outabout it. I'm proud of how supportive you've been of your boyfriend." Yeah, I really love dressing Alex up," Marie said, starting tofantasize about dressing up her son in her own panties, and puttingmakeup on him. "I keep trying to convince him to go all the way, and nowhe's finally going to do it. I can't wait! He's going to look so hot asa girl." Marie was getting excited, shuffling around in her seat."You. I instantly became alarmed that we weren't going to have our usual time together and he wasn't going to give me my next dose of medicine. I had gone the whole day without one and I could feel my body craving it."Joey," he said as he looked at me with a soft smile on his face, "how would you like to come to my house for dinner tonight?" Really?" I gasped wide-eyed."Sure. Mrs. Jarvis would like to meet the fine young man who's been helping me over the last week and a half. It was her idea." I .... I shake her hand gently. Her hand is slender, soft and warm. I shiver at her touch. There is something in her touch, something electric. I put M in her mid-twenties, but wasn’t about to ask her if I was right. “My friends call me M,” she smiles, “As in the thirteenth letter of the alphabet.” “Pleased to meet you M, again,” I smile back. My phone chimes and vibrates, as I’m taking a sip of my coffee. A reminder I have a meeting in fifteen minutes. “May I see your phone?” M asks, as she.