I wanted to go out of the kitchen. He held one end of my saree I turned in circle to make sure it goes away from my body . I just wanted to run away f...om him.I was only in my white saya with nothing to cover my chest. At that time I could have gone to my room but I tood still. He came in front of me and kissed me on my lips passionately holding my lips. I could smell dirty paan in his mouth. His rough face with one week unshaved beard brushed on my lips and cheeks. I did not say anything.He. My mouth was at hers, then her pussy was pressing onto my nose. I do recall the final, back arching moments. We were sitting, our pussies kissing, our hands on each others shoulders as our pelvises worked in circles and our eyes were locked. Her tongue was between her lips and her eyes had a glaze, a sort of far off look and yet held me tight. I don’t remember any words or sounds although I strongly suspect everyone else in the Hotel du Roi did. The only time I lost eye contact with her was. Then thetailor said that this is the latest design and suits perfectly well. After thetailor took all the measurements, I took him to a side and told him to stitchtighter. He understood and told me that I wouldn’t be disappointed rather cometo him one day to thank him. I felt happy. I gave him some extra tip and leftthe mall and came home.Soonafter I reached the house, mom asked me “what is happening to you?”Ireplied “Nothing is happening. You do still not know the world”.Iasked her to remind. I looked at the secretaries as I walked around my Department. My mind spun as I thought of being one of them. It was not what I wanted. I was a male and wanted to remain so. Several times I tried to phone Marie but always got her answerphone.I left the office at five and drove straight to her apartment. I knocked, she wasn't in. I waited and just before six the elevator opened and out she walked. "Hi Cindy" she spoke with a giggle in her voice "I thought you would be here"."Damn right I am, you.