"Good afternoon, Rose," I said. The woman's name meant 'Rose' in English and that was what she had chosen to be called.I put the clothes down on the c...unter and Rose quickly counted them "One, two, t'ree, fo', shirt. One pair pants." Teh shirts were Oxford broadcloth in various pale colors, the pants were navy slacks of heavy cotton. She smiled at me, my order varied only a little from week to week and they always had everything ready for me on Saturday afternoon.I pulled another shirt up,. She looked down and saw what I had seen and shrugging her shoulders to try and cover up her embarrasment in an admonishing voice she hissed ‘Will you please let me go, people can see through the window’ I had never felt so horny in all my life, my erection was desperately trying to escape my trousers and I saw Joan looking alternately at my eyes then my stiffy. The atmosphere was filled with tension. Common sense said stop now and treat it as a joke but my body was telling me different.. “If it becomes known then I am a one-man freak show, unable to walk the streets in peace—if I am even allowed to walk them at all. All come to talk to me, study me, gawk at me, put me under microscope until I no longer have a life of my own, a life with you.”“That’s about it,” she tells me.“But if we swear him to secrecy...”“Come on, Hugo, you know better,” she says. “People promise lots of things, but— Oh.”“Yes. I will know. I ask him first, and I can judge.”She’s shaking her head. “I don’t. Mai pray kar rahi thi ki koi tharki mil jaye. Jaise hi cab ayi mai driver ko dekhty hi khush ho gayi. Hatta katta sa aadmi tha, savla rang, kariban 46-47 years ka. Mai aage ki seat mei beth gayi uske baju mei. Maine jaan buj kar deep neck top pehna tha aur mini skirt pehni thi denim ki. Aur uske andar ksirf underwear pehni thi. Shaam k 7 baj rahe thy. Vasai jane wala road godhbunder se ho k jata hai. Wo area kaafi sum saan hota hai waha koi street lights bhi nhi hoti. Muje bas usi mauke ka.