It has never been difficult for me to break the ice with strangers.In a film festival, it is even easier as the attendees are themselves open-minded a...d love conversations. They meet and discuss films during breaks between two screenings. Day after day, you end up meeting newer people. On one such day, I was introduced to Nisha by a friend I made at the festival itself. The moment I looked at Nisha, my jaw dropped to the floor. Standing in front of me was a beautiful lady in a white sleeveless. “You shouldn’t sell yourself short. Krissy’s got nothing on you. You aren’t hard to look at either.” Katie blushed and flung my locker open.“I gotta run. See you later.” She started to melt into the passing throng of freshmen.“Hey Katie! My name is Paul David. It’s nice to meet you!” I yelled at her back before she got away. She turned and smiled.“I know who you are.” What did that mean? How did she know who I was?The morning was a blur. English, Typing, Algebra 1, Biology 1 and then. I quickly removed her saree and she was now in her blouse and petticoat.Shital was looking pretty in that. She took my t-shirt and jeans off. I was in an underwear now.I took off her blouse, then her petticoat and then unhooked her bra and panties. She also removed my underwear and we were standing nude. She was shocked to see the size of my penis and commented that her husband’s size was smaller than mine.I laughed and said, “Shital, it’s yours and from now on, you are my bitch.” I started. Without any common language, one of the ch1ldren managed to indicate that she wanted to try wearing one; Blue discovered a junior-sized model in her rucksack, handing it to the Chief to lick and inspect, before helping the little girl insert it. Success – we were accepted and given our own tribal costumes to put on and invited to join the next monthly sex-raiding party.These were organised every full moon when their monthly cycles perfectly aligned, like all large groups of women living in.