By the time I had my new phone, I was shattered and in pain. “Do you want to go anywhere while we are here?” I asked. “Well, I would like to g... to…” he looked at me as he spoke, "No. It doesn’t matter. You look done in.” “I’ll tell you what. I will go and have a coffee while you go to where you want to go, okay?" “All right,” he said, a smile spreading across his face. “It’s a deal.” He stayed with me and made sure I was comfortably seated and even ordered my coffee for me then disappeared. Only a short year ago had you even suggested to justine that he would be sitting in a woman's bathroom, dressed not in jeans as might be expected of a young man but, as a frilly, fetishtic, French maid frothing in lace, and wobbling on sky high heels, having just cleaned his mistress' bathroom, he would have taken a swing at your chin and laughed at your injured jaw. That of course was before he had been set up by that bitch who was now his mistress. Before a year of intensive hormone therapy. Judy was cheerful, with a relaxed and kind attitude that put even a brooding loner like me at ease. She was also very smart, with a quick ironic wit that I couldn't help but love. Most importantly, she had a talent for making me feel comfortable. All things considered, I wasn't really upset that she was asking me about my not so recent breakup. She was right, after all: I was still thinking about Cindy, in a way. I actually wanted to talk about it, but I was embarrassed. Still, if I was ever. Her boobs and ass were ready to be ripped off her clothes and come out. So we sat down and had a beer and started watching a movie. I then came and sat closer to her and was getting horny. She kept her hand on my left thigh. After a while I saidMe- riya bore ho raha hai yaarR- she said haan yaar mujhe bhi.Me- chal na kuch karte hai.R- kya matlab?Me- matlab kuch mazzedarR- yaar mai pooja ( a whore from our college) nahi hoon jo apni top nikal ke tere samne nachuMe- nikal na usme kya harz hai I.