The next morning, I had a message on my phone."Can I cook you dinner?"Easy three-letter answer.I stopped by the florist and arrived at Amy's door with...some flowers. She literally dragged me through the door and crushed me in an embrace. Her words came in a rush."Eric. You need to know. My heart feels exactly like yours. What you said—it was so much more than anyone has ever said to me. Do you know how happy I am?" It just felt right."At that, she burst into sobs. My tears followed hers."I. I don't want to see a single body hair on you, ever again. Legs,arms, armpits, chest, crotch: every hair comes off and stays off."I protested, "Madame Beringer, here in front of the window? All of Pariscan see me. Please?"She slapped my ass really hard, something she had never done before. Sheyelled at me, "You want to see Paris? Well, Paris wants to see you. Doit, sissy!"I started to shave, in broad daylight, by the window, feeling those eyesthat had been following me the past few weeks. It. Aaji:”kasli”. mhatari:”ya sardar vaigare lokana aaplyatlya bayka aavadtat, aaplya baylancha lugda choli aambada vaigare tya lokana bhural ghaltat,mahit aahe ka?” Aajine asa kahi nasta mhanun tichya kade durlaksha kela. mi aaikat aastana aai aani sardarji hi tithe aale aahet he mi pahila navta. tya doghani pan te aaikla. aaila jaam raag aala. sardarjila visheh kahi vatla nasava. pan to ya nhatarila jara ghabrun asayacha aani ti aalyapsun tyache aaishi chale banda zale hote. yamule mi pan. I open the door. Gentleman. As I always do.I do the same for any neighbour. Like to her grandparents both lots older & weaker as me. I am almost 69!I like the idea: She & me in sexy 69! She is 20+. Mom. Looking if she is still a teen. Earlier I mistook it:I saw her back then only a few times. Summer. From my garden. Feed birds. Lives at backside. Like me.I felt pity: Pretty teen I never see outside! Growing up under strict old Indian religious rules at home.I saw her after that only once.