."That'd be...very unique, it'd suit you." I excuse myself for the ladies room because Ron insisted on me bringing the damn stuff, so I'm going to tak... a chance. I wipe off my dark red, and apply the green, not punk, not weird...it just looks...different. I return to the table."Damn, you weren't kidding! That looks so cool." Really? Does it really? I don't want you to think I'm some idiot." If I thought you were an idiot, I wouldn't have asked you out. I think you're pretty intelligent. I think. Mai apni story shuru kar raha hun. Kuch time pahly ki baat hai meri mausi ki ladki hai jiski umar mujh say choti hai hum akasar milty they per kabhi dimag uskey liye galat khayal nahin aya ek kabhi vo hamary ghar ati thee rahny kabhi mai jata tha ek din vo hamary ghar aye vo hamesha skert pahnti thee mai dopahar ko balkoni mai betha tha vo aye boli ki aa mai tera sir dekhti hun mainy kaha theek hai mummy nichey dhoop sakeny gai thee kuonki sardiya thee or hum 2nd floor per rahty they mummy. Bright light. For a second, the boy was blind, but he soon regained his vision and noticed from his surroundings that he was on a plane. To his right was Mr Green, and to his left someone familiar. Someone who enraged him beyond words. The girl. Naomi."Mhh.." Chris attempted, but failed."Oh, I wouldn't bother trying to talk Chrissie dear, your throat is still *really* tender."Chris drifted back to sleep, and eventually woke up enough to manage to indicate he wanted to get up off the bed. Slowly. "Stop right there, sissy," she said authoritatively.I looked at her with a "You wouldn't" look and suddenly Iwas the recipient of a shower of cold water. Mistress hosedme for a good five minutes, which was long enough for ourfriends Bob and Marianne to pull up in the driveway. Theywere generally clueless about our Mistress/Sissyrelationship, but they were aware that we were not quite aconventional couple, either."How do you like my husband in his dress?" said Mistress.Marianne giggled. "He.