As I am lathering up, I try to calm my nerves. I tell myself that it will be all be okay, that we can hang out for a few hours, have some beers, have ... laugh. There doesn’t have to be anything more to it than that. Nothing has to happen that would put either of our home lives at risk if anyone found out about it.Whilst I dry my hair, I begin mentally listing the positives. I will finally get to see you in person, to look in your eyes and to see you smile. I will hear your voice for the first. You can see my nipples poking through the material."Always answer the door dressed like that do you?" you ask with a smile."Oh hush and come in, it's cold" I reply grabbing your hand and pulling you in, closing the door quietly behind us. I lean back against the door and pull you hard towards me, both hands in the waistband of your jeans. You put out your hands to stop from falling then lower them to my waist as I kiss you and wriggle my hands further down the front of your jeans, restricted in. ” I tried to convince her, but she didn’t.Ashwini insisted I come near her PG by 2 pm so we both can check for rented houses. Ashwini had worn a purple and grey horizontal striped polo t-shirt and jeans. We checked all the nearby surrounding locations around our college. But hardly we got 4 to 5 houses for her convenience.By the time we finished searching for rented houses, it was dinner time. So, I took her to dinner at one of the most amazing restaurants in Bangalore. The restaurant was. One day my grandparents took my mom with them and went to their house. They would come back late. My elder sister was 3 years older than me, she comes home late from college because of the long bus journey. My younger brother was still studying in school, he had cricket practice and comes home only after that.One day, I reached my house as usual and sat inside my room. I wanted to eat evening the snacks, but I didn’t see the maid in the kitchen. I checked the bedroom and saw that my maid was.