It wasn’t just me that noticed – it seemed like every guy in the party hall stopped, looked, closed their eyes and dreamed for a moment.The orches...ra was amazing. The music flowed and the dance floor was open. Grabbing everyone, one at a time, I danced the night away. Shikha was sitting waiting for Tushar to dance with her. He didn’t get the hint and just kept talking with his known friends.I walked up to them and asked them both if it would be fine to dance with her.Tushar’s response was “Why. And when I asked him why, he told me because I had such a nice body and would look very feminine ..." How long did this go?" About 3-4 years until one day he said, that it was over now ... he seemed to find it not normal anymore ... he had many relationships with many girls, but he did not want me anymore ... but I got so used to it ... you understand ... first he makes me sexually dependent and then he lets me fall so easily ... then I met myself a lot of girls ... much later I was curious. "But you'd have done the same for me wouldn't you bruv?" No bloody chance" I snorted and she kicked me under the table."Bastard" she laughed and got up to fetch another drink, giving me (and every other man in the pub) a chance to look at her curvy little bottom moving sensuously beneath her tight trousers!Being a "bum man" I looked for the line of her panties, but couldn't find any sign of them and it wasn't until I saw her returning with our drinks that I realised why and I thought it was one. When I again looked blank she provided a last name. "Mario Minaghieri, Nick. Our tenor."My eyes got really big. Camilla St. John and Mario Minaghieri and Gerald Oliver? This wasn't just a star-studded production, this had all the earmarks of the Tosca of the century. And I was going to sing Scarpia in the middle of all those stars? Jesus Christ. Jesus Christ in a basket. I was way out of my depth.I expect my feelings were pretty obvious; you didn't have to be Asmedogh to read my face. "Don't.