Can you come tonight?”.I was tensed and didn’t know if she would like to meet up. But after getting a positive response from her, I felt relaxed. ... said, “I am coming tonight at 9”. She said, “I am waiting”. Since her town was merely 100 km from mine, it didn’t take much time to reach her house. She welcomed me with a smile.Deepti was wearing salwar kurta looking gorgeous. She looked bit old but it was fine for me. I asked her, “Where is your son?”. She said, “He is in his room and studying”.. I watched as he read through my wordings, he was fidgeting in a slightly uncomfortable manner, my imagination and the putting together of words in my girlish mind, was sexually arousing him, that was my intention, because sex was foremost on my mind when I put pen to paper, the pen was his penis, the ink, his seed, soon, I would be writing my name in the snow, holding real cocks and spreading the yellow ink with a girlish flourish.I had gone to bed a girl, and awoke as a woman with a deep. It was the same white blossoms but there was something new: one tiger lily. I touched the petals like I dare not believe that they were really for me. Then, like I had all of the other times, I ran them up to my apartment. I thought of them all day. I imagined who might be leaving them. A neighbor? Someone I worked with? A complete stranger? Was it a joke or a message? # On Saturday morning, there weren't any flowers. Instead, there was a little book inside of a zip-lock plastic bag placed. In many ways the ease of how you could meet people and be more honest was much easier than real life and looking back I probably got a little to immersed in that side of things and missed a few real life romances. This is because while I was "one of the lads" I was and still am really shy around girls. I had met a girl called Sara on one site and we got on well and talked regularly she loved my Welsh accent. We shared the same interests and I could tell she had a sexy side to her. She was coy.