Non-commital”Roshani: “Those are called friends, not girl-friend”Me: “Ok. To put it nicely, whenever we traveled we shared the same bed, but w... never in a “relationship”” I told her in hush tonesRoshani:”Ahh…fuck-buddy”Me:”Wow..you girls are way more expressive than we guys these days”Roshani:”Its common these days. Everyone has”Me:”Really..how about you?”Roshani:”Naah.. not me”Me:”Why not? you are quite attractive I must say”Roshani:” Well thank you! But as I told you, I am. . OK?" I understand. I won't ask you. And Andrea... and I love you too."I made good on my pledge and kept my sexual fantasies -- and activities -- to myself. It was strange that I had learned how to masturbate from my own sister, but I took to it with gusto. I practiced it often, usually in tandem with anal play, until I could string together several dry orgasms with just a brief pause between each. Being on summer holiday, I was spending long periods of time in the refuge of my bedroom.... "Not very," I replied, "we've chatted with her while at the salon gettingthings done. We offered to buy her a drink just before we caught up withyou two..." This is a different kind of question for me to ask, if you don't mind.But I'm curious. I can't say it exactly right in English, but in German,we would call Rita a 'Transsexuell' ... someone who was born a man but isturning in to a woman..."I could feel my face react. I was mad at myself, but I couldn't staycool. "Why do you ask?" was all I. They talked of everything and nothing sometimes, enjoying each other’s company, often slipping away from the demands of the castle on their horses, taking off for the vast green fields beyond. They were each other’s favorite source of companionship, and Ewan wondered at times, when she looked at him in certain ways, or even in her little glances, whether she loved him to any degree. He kept his desire at bay, and his love for her hidden, at least he hoped. Ewan didn’t know how she might.