Sheila screamed when she came. Wendy followed within a few seconds. Sheila put her fingers in her mouth. They both laughed. The ice was broken. The ne...vous laughter continued. Tears rolled down their cheeks. “What have we done ?”, said Sheila leaning her head against Wendy’s shoulder.“We both needed it”, simply answered Wendy. “What do we do now ?”, asked Sheila“I think that NOW, you can drive me home. LATER during the week, we can phone and make a date…somehow…somewhere…Think about it. I don’t. . , okay, Montez, I'll wait a little longer... until you hang yourself. Meantime, on your feet, cunts... it's time for the show to start..."Nervously, Carol Heath paced back and forth across the living room of their apartment, occasionally glancing at her watch, then walking to a mirror to primp at her hair or fidget with the black, cocktail mini garment she had chosen to wear. She felt quite naked actually, never having worn the low-cut dress without a bra before, but it seemed in keeping,. Me: aunty you look so beautiful that I have no words to say. Aunty smiled and said you naughty boy it seems that you have watched me for long time.Me: yes, my intension was not to but I cannot stop my senses to work.There was again the silence in the room and this time it was broken by Neha’s entry I sat there for one hr just talking to neha and not a single word was exchanged between me and aunty.Next day aunty called me in the after noon.I went, Aunty was sitting in the hall wearing a. ” (I thought that was a bit unfair – there’s only been that one incident with the ‘No Males’ sign and that was a couple of weeks ago now). “Home Affairs are introducing a tariff for minor offences against Male Control Orders. You get caught doing something wrong you get so many points depending on what it is – you’d have got 3 points for walking down that road. The points go against your Ident Card and if you get 12 points it’s an instant prison sentence of six months.”That’s certainly scary..