Did she just say that? Judging by the stiffness in his boxers, she had indeed. He continued to remove his clothes, not trusting himself to speak, lest...he burst this bubble of sheer miracle that had just enveloped his life. She stood there in her underwear, holding the 9 mm and watching his every move. He became aware of her perfectly sculpted body, so fit and muscular. Once he had removed every stitch, her eyes widened a little and her face flushed. His penis was impressive, it was rock hard. Nisha, on the other hand, was a little less in the proportions. She secretly admired Kalpana’s assets especially her breasts but never revealed. They were comfortable with each other’s presence while changing.It was one of those typical winter mornings when Kalpana went to Nisha’s house with a few kilos Gaajar so that they both can grate to make halwa. Nisha’s youngest daughter, Munni, of 10 was at home due to cold.The discussion turned to the immunity of the children, how the kids fall ill at. I really didn't know who tobelieve back then." Melissa, I loved you with all of my heart," Melissa heard the past tenseof the word. Loved. The cold glare she was receiving now was totalhate. There was no love now."Natalia, wait," she pleaded. "If you say you were forced to dress as awoman and humiliated, why are you now going as a woman after all ofthat?" Melissa asked. "How can you say you were forced?" Melissa, I know my father paid you to divorce me. He paid you to makethose. The more I think about it, the more I doubt it though. They’re just waiting until you’re comfortable in your job, comfortable with what goes on around the office and you’re living to the limit of your income like most people do. Then they’ll pounce. It just makes sense.”My practically sixteen year old daughter was the voice of reason in the family. Who would have thought it? “I don’t want you to go to jail, girl,” I declared. That only leaves one option. But how do we ‘train’, as you put it,” I.