Raadha was hearing everything without responding. I asked her about working with me. She didn’t respond. I asked her again, still, she didn’t resp...nd. Meena asked her, “Why ain’t you replying?”. Raadha didn’t know what to speak. I could see that she was feeling guilty.Suddenly it struck me that these sisters didn’t hide anything from each other. I felt she would speak up and reveal what had happened last night. So, I spoke on behalf of Raadha – “Let her discuss with her family and think about. When we were dating, she told me her fantasies. They were always full of shame and humiliation, often, but not always, with pain. Every time I brought a new man home, I introduced her as an ass-whore. It was exactly right, it steeped her in humiliation right from the first moment of their meeting. The men loved it. Most of them had spent years trying to get their wives or girlfriends to take it up the ass, now, here was this hot-bodied woman who whispered in their ear, when the time came, to. I had a feeling she was right. Some of the girls and their guys had broken up and were switching around, but there were no hurt feelings."Life is weird..." Word."I was almost done with my crumb cake, and sipping my frappe slowly.She looked up from her black and white cookie, and half froze."What?" Just keep talking, it's nothing."I nodded, wondering."Do you want to see a movie this weekend?" I mentioned."Maybe ... what were you thinking?" That new thing ... um..."Out of the corner of my eye, I. I had given up feeling guilty about lusting after her. She paid no attention to me at all in the sense she was completely comfortable around me. If she caught me staring at her she might say "What?!" but always shrugged it off if I said "Nothing," or something like "I was just LOOKING at you! Can't I even LOOK at you?"And I had finally come to peace with the thought that Vicky would probably have scolded me up one side and down the other for simply arresting my social life, as far as women.