She knocks, once, then twice before she takes a small step back. Adam hears the knock at the door and looks at the clock, it is exactly 9:10pm. “Goo... girl,” he thinks. He puts down his glass of scotch and rises from the couch. The room is warmed by the roaring fire. He walks slowly to the door, his bare feet gliding softly across the floor. He can see Eve’s silhouette in the frosted glass and pauses for a second. He wants to make her wait, anticipation building, exerting his control even before. This is my first short story writing attempt as grammar and punctuationare not my strong points I will apologise now, please let me know whatyou think of the story and whether I should try to continue with furtheradventures of Veronique.My name is Veronique Dubois I am a 23 year old blond bombshell 5 foot 10with a figure to die for 36c-24-36 and I have a successful recordingcareer with my band Purple Haze, but this was not always the case upuntil six months ago I was a middle aged man, my name. I gently stroke and for 30 minutes after I cum a huge amount. I turned off the tv and removed the headset. As I looked at the black tv I could see someone just moved from the window. I turned and went to look who it was. I saw rupa aunty walking away from my house. I was like ho shit.Two days passed, nothing happened then I thought everything is forgotten. That morning I got a call. Rupa aunty called me to her house. I just went. We sat on her couch, she gave me tea. And we chatted for some. Each time the dance called for her arms to be raised, the top would slip again, and the smile on her face became more and more strained.I could hear titters and whispered comments from the other party-goers, but, thankfully, no one laughed out loud or made any lewd comments.Her eyes locked on mine, the poor thing somehow got through the rest of the dance, while I poured sympathy into my expression, trying to provide what support I could.A little later, they came to the audience participation.