"Why should you feel weird?" Sheila asked, setting his drink on thetable before him. "You look wonderful." But I buy these things for you. I shouldn't...be wearing them." heanswered."Do you enjoy it when I wear them for you, does it get you excited?"Sheila asked."Of course, you look great in sexy clothes." he answered."Then why would it be weird if you wear them and get me excited?"Sheila responded, taking his hand and running it under her nightie sothat he could feel the soaking panel of the. As the afternoonprogressed we came to realise that she was really good and made asignificant difference to our sound. As we packed up we talked to herabout joining us and told her that she would have to fit in with therock and cover stuff as that was where the money was at the moment.She thought about it for a while and said she would try to lowerherself to our musical level but warned us that she would try to get usplaying more Goth.A few weeks passed by and she worked really hard to pick up. This was a big statement for Rupa and she blushed like a virgin. Both of us started laughing and the alcohol helped in easing the tension. I told her that her husband was a bastard as he did not know what he was missing. She was again flattered and blushed. All this while, I kept feasting my eyes on her body, and she didn’t seem to mind or notice. She was quite high in the first peck itself as she was not used to drinking, but I poured her another one though she was reluctant again. It was now. They both wanted to do Terry because they had never had a black man before. I was feeling like a third wheel until the first girl wore out poor Terry and the other girl was willing to settle for a white boy. I'd thanked Terry many times since then for being black. It had become a standing joke between us. This night I could tell Terry wanted someone else along who might maintain a modicum of common sense and maybe keep him out of trouble, so I said ok.We'd hit a disco that catered to German.