“Yes, he is. We’d thrown some names at him and he’d found something wrong with all of them. So we summed it up by saying that he just wants so...eone with a great body but not much in the way of brains.” “Tits and arse and not much else,” I supplied tonelessly. He made a face. “I’m not proud of that line,” he said, “but, well, yes. And someone made the connection that, before you, my past history was pretty much that.” “And then with me,” I said bitterly, “you didn’t even get that because, as. I stay in Mumbai and am a Maharashtrian guy of 21 and I am the only son of my parents. My mom is 48 and dad is 52. My dad works as a sales representative for Wipro Computers and for that reason he many times goes out for work. My mom is a schoolteacher in a nearby school.The entire story begins because of a cheap reason. One night some of my friends & me went for roaming. We ate food and I am sure because of that I am suffering loose motions. That was going to be last night of dad in home for. "I nodded. "It happened again with Katrina." What did you feel?" Jordan asked."Just to be clear, I wasn't wearing my Fetish," I said, "but she was saturated in lust. It wasn't the same as Robyn. It was like Katrina was used to it, like she was that way all the time." What else did you feel from her?" Jordan asked."Curiosity," I said, "which was fading, and very strong self-restraint."Jordan looked at me. "Are you sure you weren't wearing your Fetish?"I pulled it out of my pants pocket. "I've. He takes a peek in the mirror I present him and grins at his reflection. ‘Wow, I like it. It’s still me.’ His eyes glide to my stare. ‘Thanks. You’re really good at this.’ I’m probably blushing but I don’t care. ‘Thank you.’ He puts some bills down on my table- more than I deserve- and stretches. His eyes assess me. The sensation of his cataloguing gaze both thrills and terrifies me. ‘Wanna go for a walk with me?’ I blink at the question. I most certainly wasn’t expecting that. Before I can.