So I was quite but after few mins, she said. Oh I won, but I am not happy. I asked her why? She said, u don’t get to kiss me. I said we can still if...she wants to and then we got closer with texts. Her husband works in navy and she told me, how much she missed sex in her life. I was listening and listening and she asked me to meet up sometime, so that we can talk, and I help her with small things as she was new to city. She’s basically a haryanvi women. Later through texts she told me everything. " A fitting? Mom, please don't do this. I can't dance and I don't wantany more clothes. I'm trying so hard... I - I'll try harder. Please,Mom, I'll do anything!" I begged."This isn't a discussion, young lady. I've already paid Miss Taylor forthe class so you're going, and that's final. Besides, ballet iswonderful training for poise and grace. After a while, it'll be likesecond nature to you. Now get your shoes on, we're going." Yes, ma'am," I said, defeated.I wondered what was worse - Mom's. “Something like that, although I'm not sure I actually said no. It was more like I was afraid I was going to say yes.” She looked up, her eyes pleading. “But you're not going to tell him, are you?” “Tell him what?” “That I wasn't really sick.” “Of course not. You’re my sister – well actually stepsister – but that's still way more important than Jarrad.” “You mean that?” “Sure I mean it.” Ashley leaned back in the chair. There was an awkward silence. After several seconds, she asked tentatively,. .. and I am richer for it. It was my birthday, something I didn't consider important, but Colette remembered and took me to a tiny bistro in the Latin Quarter. We ate, drank, swapped news, and laughed a lot. Soon it was past midnight and Colette tugged my shirt whispering, "a chez moi?' Out in the street we walked to the Metro laughing and holding each other for balance. On the train, the sober lighting made me focus on Colette's long legs, accentuated by her black mini skirt. The movement of.