It had started to dry by now so my wife wouldn't have seen it, but it was cum in the carpet ... it still needed to be cleaned.I heard the shower shut ...ff upstairs just as I finished. Crisis averted! From there, the rest of our weekend continued on as normal, as if nothing else had happened. And so did the next week. I went to work and spent my evenings just like any other week. There was no word from Tom at all, not even the following Saturday. Then, about an hour before I was to head to bed on. By the sixth one she knew that these kids were the ones that she and her friends in high school would have labeled "losers." She couldn't call them that now, of course."Mr. Hawkins, this is going to be a tough crowd," she said."Bob," he responded."What?" You can call me Bob, now." He smiled.She was flustered again instantly. "I can't do that!" she blurted."Why not?" he asked, still smiling."I just don't think I can do that. I mean it just seems so wrong. You've always been Mr. Hawkins," she. He was almost ready for the night. Now all he need is to put on the wig, and his transformation will be completed. He looked at himself in the mirror, and was surprised by what he saw. He looked like a real woman, a woman that most men will take a second look on the street. He sat on the bed and waited for the arrival of his client.A million thoughts ran through his mind. What if the client is a pervert? What if the client is a serial killer? What if the client request for S&M? What if the. 'Oh shaab (Sahib or Sir) please don't, ma'am might see us, ' she whispered, extricating her self from my grip.'Where is she?' I asked.'In her bedroom, ' Kanchi said.'Okay, bring the tea there, ' I told her.In the room, I told Rashmi what had taken place. 'Hmm, she neither got angry nor did she scream but warned you of my presence, ' Rashmi repeated thoughtfully, 'Do you know what that means?''Yes, ' I laughed, 'it means that you will soon be selling tickets to your friends for our private sex.