She smiled at me and said please go to my flat. I need to change this dress. I said ohh okey and keep silence she was looking at me and we reached nea... 9th block road. She said please wait I’ll come down after changing the dress we’ can go out for dinner. I was happy to hear this and smiled at her. She said ohhoo look at you now you are smiling. I said hey please don’t change this dress. You look superb in white shirt. She said it’s full wet yaar. I said no one else is going to see you na then. If I had a sudden 'jones', I just gave Gail a call and she'd meet me in a park or parking lot and give me a quickie, whether I needed just a BJ or some doggie or front seat sex. But our usual arrangement was to meet at a motel and spend 2 to 3 hours getting all nasty.I still scanned the personals from time to time to see if anything interesting showed up. Something did.Her screen name was PearlyBeads. I had a feeling about this so I subscribed for a month and emailed her.She was on line and it. Next, she grabbed the video camera we had in our bedroom that she would set up when she was meeting someone. Turned the TV on to the video camera and said I will be home later.20 minutes later the TV screen went from blank to someone’s bedroom. I figured Judy got somewhere and set it up. I hear voices off screen and couldn’t make it out but one of them sounds like Judy. All of a sudden I hear our downstairs neighbor say, “now tell me about why you were making so much noise the last two nights. I should note that, just as with instant message conversations, it had occurred to me that the other person might be "faking" some or all of what was going on. I'd known myself to exaggerate or pretend in response to others via IM, and so I had always given the benefit of the doubt to my interlocutors as well. But, I thought, even if she was just writing fiction, this was still so wildly real to me, because it was still so clearly my real sister with whom I was corresponding, and apparently,.