After all of this excitement and truth telling, I needed some space for awhile, to think and to catch up on my journal where I'm able to writedown my ...nner most thoughts.That evening I made dinner for them, with a "Babette's Feast" theme ofthe finest French food I could get my hands on. I poured everything I hadinto that meal, because I wanted the both of them to feel special andknow how appreciative I was (and am) for all that they have done for me.And I surprised them all with a "secret". After that, I wonderedwhether revealing this side of me, to you, would harm our friendship.When we spoke on Thursday, after your PA left, the idea came into myhead. It gave me an opportunity to show you the female me in a muchlower risk environment. If you hated it, I would have just tried to palmit off as a bit of fun. As it happened, I could tell from your initialreactions that the opposite was true." Really? What were the giveaway signs?" I asked surprised."You mean, apart from your. She was not sure whether to be frightened or aroused. I took her wrists in my hands and raised her arms over her head, then hold both wrists again in one hand. She is facing me now and I had her pinned against the cool wall. I leaned in for a kiss, but she turned her head. I let her wrists go and she put both palms against my shoulders, pushing me away. But my body is pressing her against the wall. As she struggled, I unbuttoned her top and pulled it over her shoulders and down, pinning her. “What is your name, darling?” he asked as he turned me towards him.“Ramya,” I said.“I hope you’ve seen me on TV many times. I am Subramaniam,” he said as he slowly started removing my saree. “You look so beautiful for a middle-aged woman. I wish I could somehow own you,” he said as he fully removed my saree.Subramaniam must be at least 50 years old. He had a little belly fat, his face had many wrinkles. He removed his dhoti and looked at me. I knew what I had to do. He sat down on his sofa. I.