“NO, I want to!”, I eagerly said, wanting to please him before we had even started. Once again, safe words, limits and expectations were mentioned... I giggled like an excited c***d waiting for her big surprise. It began with the symbolic collaring. A black collar for my neck with links that would later be connected to my wrists. I started to feel something. What? I was not sure. Fear as he could choke me at any time. This collar, I had pre- warned him of my concerns. The wrist cuffs and ankle. She became happy when I told that I don’t have girlfriend. I knew that something is wrong in bhabhi’s mind so I thought of knowing the real truth. I told her why you are happy that I don’t have any girlfriend. She told that she like me. I was stunned on listening this. She told that for the first time when our eyes met, she fell in love with me. I told her that this is not right as she is going to marry brother Zahid. She told that nothing is wrong or right in this world. Everything is with. "I'm glad I could help," he heard his former body say."Um, err, yes... thank you," he replied, hearing for the first time his new, softer voice."Are you sure you're okay, ma'am?" his former body continued."Yes, yes. Thank you."The magic glove had worked. But who was he? What did he look like? He needed to find a restroom. He turned and looked frantically, feeling the swish of long hair against his neck."Ma'am, here's your purse."This time it was a different voice, it was one of the security. No one had gotten any significant sleep.Elise talked to the older women, made a few suggestions, and found out how they wanted to handle the day. It turned out that Derek, Emily, and Abby had made arrangements for cremations with a national service. The discussions centered mainly on how visitations and such would be conducted, and on planning a memorial celebration of life. Elise took over and doled out tasks to everyone so that things started to move efficiently.Over six hundred people.