I think I had accepted what I was now becoming, andthat my place in this house was as Miss Lucy's property.I was now a woman who sometimes had thought... like a man.Well the fashion show went very well; I paraded around in my differentbras and panties, my nightdresses, my dresses, skirts and blouses, evenmy high-heeled shoes.The women loved it, commenting on how the bras lifted my breasts up andout, to how the dresses hugged my bum, giving me overall all very goodfigure.The women then started. All the way she was like how far was the place.. & me just few kms more.. just as we got closer to Ooty she realized something was fishy & asked me where we were..I confessed we reached Ooty (8:40pm) & she was shocked & her expression on face was like she was very happy & did not expect this surprise.. she jumped from her seat, looked on the road for on-coming traffic & she just smooched me tight & hard!! I asked her to ease of as there was more in store for her. She was confused.. I know Ooty. ”“With pleasure,” I said, lathering up my hands.Soap is a wonderful accessory. Sure we need it to get clean. But I appreciated its other feature more. Soap is slippery. It lets hands slip and slide over skin. With soap you can feel every hidden curve and swell, the texture of skin, the fineness of bones. I started on her shoulders, then her arms, followed by the sides of her body before sweeping up to wash her back. Prominent shoulder blades led to her sweeping spine, and then I slowed where. “It’s not the abstinence part I’d be interested in, I have enough of that myself.”Paula’s eyes locked on mine for a brief second, “Yeah, I’m not interested in it either but with Tad gone, it’s forced on me.”“You’re pregnant, do you still get horny?”“Oh hell yeah, if Tad were here right now he’d be tied to a bed for 36 hours at least.”When I dropped her off at her house Paula leaned to me and kissed my cheek then asked “What are you doing for the rest of the night?”“There’s a rerun of Armageddon.