.” he replied.That confused her. He could tell she wanted to continue her praise, but Cheryl stopped her.“Ted’s coming home,” his fiancé info...med him.“When?” he asked.“Any minute,” said Lori. “I told him about your show. He wanted me waiting at my home. I told him to leave a message when he gets home.”“He doesn’t live with you?”“I’m too independent for that,” she smiled.“Yeah,” he said. “You should call him.”“What?” Cheryl exclaimed.“You want to find out about this dance, right?” he asked. So I put my arms around her to comfort her. She leaned against me and I slowly started running my hands on her back and shoulders. She stopped crying but stayed close to me. I sat on the bed and pulled her down on my lap.She started telling me that her husband Bapu gets drunk every night and fights with her. I realized that he’s not fucking her, so I took my chance. I slowly brought my hand to her stomach, under her saree. Then I slowly started running my hands up to her boobs.She became stiff. This seemed a lot easier forJames than me. I really wasn’t sure what I wanted.James’s fantasies always seemed to involve one of usbeing submissive and the other assertive. James would tell me to go get him a glass of water fromthe kitchen knowing I would have to walk past thepicture window in the living room in my underwear, orsometimes naked. He would order me to get on my knees onthe bed with my head down and my butt in the air,totally exposed. He would act like he had to answer. I tried to suppress my feelings but I couldn’t and she fingered me to an orgasm. I had to really try and make out I didn't know what was happening. She said I had probably done it to myself, which I had, but did not admit it. She said I would get used to the feelings in time and know how to deal with them myself and left it at that. I knew all the other girls masturbated in secret. I knew we all did things in bed when we were supposed to be asleep. Some girls even had pictures of naked men with.