As he got to his older sister's panties, he felt the material, and spent a bit more time than usual noticing the details. They were bikini-cut and pin..., made of shiny satin. He spent a few minutes rubbing the fabric between his fingers. A bird chirping outside snapped Tom out of his trance. He quickly finished the rest of the laundry, soon forgetting the panties. Little did he know, but this was only the beginning.The next day, he was at his friend John's house. They were in the basement. She glanced at Prema who broadened her smile at once.“It is not a lie,” Ruban sounded a bit agitated. “I don’t think I have ever stared at you.”“That is sad,” Prema brought a touch of sympathy in her tone.“That’s alright Ruban,” Sujitha picked up from where Prema had left. “Would you close your eyes if we showed up?”“Sujitha, you must be crazy,” Prema said laughingly. “It is you who is teasing him now.”Ruban began feeling extremely uncomfortable listening to their conversation. He realized that. "Bring them a bottle of whatever the most expensive thing in the house is, please, and how come you haven't left yet to put in my order? Don't think I won't stiff you for the tip, either. So far the service in this joint hasn't been jack shit."I sat down. The cops were all looking at me with that standard look on their faces. "Don't be afraid to order whatever you want, fellows. I'm picking up the tab." How did you do that?" One asked."Dude, I'm the head of security for the fuckin' Ambassador,. She began to cry, but the tears were simply self pity. She finally got up, dressed and cleaned herself up before leaving the room.As she walked to the elevator, she looked around, fully expecting to see the young lady that she had seen the last time and she believed now, in Chicago. But, there was no woman. Just a man waiting for the elevator, staring at the floor indicator and probably thinking about his next destination. He never looked at her, even as she stood beside him, waiting.She left.