. I creaked one back open. Nope. He still stood there, grinning that familiar smug grin.Shit. Literally caught wet-handed. How was one supposed to rea...t in such a situation? Why was he still so goddam cute? Jesus, Angela, get your mind out your panties.My limbs stayed frozen as he walked slowly towards me. Stalked might have been a better word. He looked like he was ready for me to bolt and I’m honestly not sure what he’d have done if I’d tried to. I still hadn’t spoken. Couldn’t. There was no. Me: Have you eaten anything yet?Suman: No, not yet.I held her hand and pulled her towards me so that she sat on my lap facing on my right.Suman: What are you doing? Someone will see. Leave me.Me: Do you want me to do this in private?Suman (Pretending to resist): Please leave, aunty will come.Me: She is in a deep sleep. I don’t think she will be awake before morning.Saying this, I held her face in my right hand and gave her a peck on her right cheek. I then took a bite and fed her with my hands. Now, it provided you with the cover you needed to venture forth once again, though not in the anonymity you thought. There was another, a dark presence watching your every move. The evening was indeed late but there still were many about. This was to be another in your weekly forays to see the people, the faceless entities which it seemed were as bound as you were to them. You sighed, walking down the dusty path, your eyes cast downward trying not to draw attention to yourself, wondering how. That's what's meant to happen at this point. I've started the bath running and added some bath salts, so once I've sponged you down I suggest you soak for a while. Normally I'd offer to get in with you to see the whole session through to the finish but unfortunately I have an appointment with a regular." If you have to go that's fine, I'll be right from here." Certainly not, I've still got a few minutes. This is one of my favorite bits of the massage. I like to see a client go from being tense.