And now I've finally met you."Marie decided the best course of action was to deal with Petra as if shewas a real person; separate to David.Marie had h...d a long to talk to a psychiatrist friend of hers who hadadvised Marie not to confront David but to try coax and encourage him toseek professional help from a mental health specialist. Her friend hadadvised against Marie talking to David whilst he was in the guise ofPetra; but that was now impossible. David had disappeared."So. The Quizmaster. Kapil: What the…Manisha: Yes! Exactly! And, that includes keeping me satisfied. Tonight, and for the rest of the nights, my husband is not here. I know you want it too, Kapil. I know you are enjoying this time with me.“Bhabhi!” I screamed in shock. This was scandalous.“What do you want, Bhabhi?” I asked her in a very concerned tone. I really did not know what she wanted from me. I could surely guess. But, it was too corrupted to be true!“Well, To begin with…You can turn around. Come closer to. I won't tell anyone, Vicky, isn't it?" I'm shaking in horror, my diary, my pink diary with all my secret thoughts and wishes, my fantasies, and things I've done, embarrassing things. Well how many 18 year old boys get a kick out of wearing their and their stepmother's underwear and dresses? How many boys write things like that, and how many boys write about the thrill of pretending to be a girl?! "I'll be back in half an hour, and if you are a good, girl, and show me Vicky. You'll get your. She was filled with a rising sense of power as she had been in her rituals, but it was fueled by pure joy. She created new words and new melodies. She was alive. Her younger self had come out to play. She had survived. She was free. She sang and danced—danced for the goddess of the new moon that watched over her. She sang until she could no longer hold inside her the rushing bursts of pleasure the power sent through her. And she whirled and spun and sang and laughed. Her voice rose and rang.