‘Do you never stop jesting, or reproving, or commanding? And why think you I would wish to keep on balance in your wake?’ she asked with an incred...lous grin. ‘Enough talking,’ he said, suddenly serious yet soft, ‘Lilac, I would see your hair unbound if you are willing.’ ‘Aye.’ Lilac replied simply, with scarlet face and pounding heart. No man had seen her hair unbound since before she knew her prayers by heart. It was the most erotic request she could have imagined, and her belly clenched as. This all started from my school in Ahmadabad. We all have that ‘one’ girl in our school time group who would always hangout with boys and also act as boys! Rough and tough, she would play football rather than hand ball, would hear rock music than country love songs of Taylor Swift. Her name is ‘Mayuri’.She was the tomboy of our class. I dare that none of the boys of our school would have ever looked at her the way we normally boys do! She was never in the ‘line maro’ list of ours. The reason. "Guess so," she replied."Can I tell mom?"Chapter 22: FinaleSummer and fall were consumed with work. Rather than being adistraction, our notoriety really turned out to be an asset. There wasan article in the local paper about "The New Power Couple" in localbusiness. Rebecca and I were somewhat surprised that the reportermanaged to write the entire article without once mentioning 'trans' or'lesbian' once. The times may be changing.The most important pending event in our lives was New Years Eve,. I was surprised by the sense of freedom that was washing over me.The centre was pleasantly large, and we were greeted by Joe, a hulk of a man, very black and with an absolutely huge dick. I could see that Carol was fascinated by his large member and remarked upon it. It was then that she realized I was totally comfortable with my nudity and raised her eyebrow at me in question. I grinned at her, confident in the knowledge that I had one up on her, and frankly, was enjoying the attention I was.