"Silly girl, you are already popular, youjust don't know it. Be true to yourself and you will be fine, justdon't forget to keep your preference for t...e female form a secret,"Lidia smiled brightly at me.I just sighed, not really knowing what to think about her revelation tome. We had reached my door by then and after a girly hug, Lidia wishedme a good night. I went in setting my books and purse on the desk. Itook a moment to look at myself in the full length mirror. It wasn'tsome strange. I after 2 hrs went to sleep I saw that chachi saree is almost up till her knee and her blouse to is open from where her cleavage was nicely visible. I went slept beside to her and saw all this and slept. All this happens for a week or so many times I use to see her thighs a fair thighs.One night I decided to do something else so I quietly slept and after sometime I touched my feet with her feet there was no response from her so I moved up up up till her thighs and touched with my hand and leg. I thought Heather was going to cry when we boarded our plane in Miami and headed back home. We carried on our heavy coats because we knew we’d need them when we got off the plane. We were right, it was still colder than shit. Life was pretty good for the two of us for the next three years. I was promoted to assistant store manager. Heather got two raises and was made a lead person. We bought a small two-bedroom one-bath house and talked about maybe starting a family. Heather’s company allowed. “What question? And what choice?”A choice is a novel thing these days. I’m realizing that I haven’t had one in a very long time. Not about my activities, my work, my partner. It’s all been arranged and planned, right down to my food. And my mental stability, taken away at the whim of someone I knew and had no reason not to trust.“Do you want to stay in New Orleans?” he asks.“No.” That choice is easy. The city isn’t alive anymore. I don’t think she’s been alive for a very long time. Laissez les.