One of my friends was getting married and I had to attend the pre-marriage function. It was October, the evenings were pleasant. My cousin went to dro... me there and would pick me back after the function.It was around 10:30 when he came to pick me. I was wearing lehenga and he was in jeans and a T-shirt. We left for home and on the way, I said, “Iqbal, bhaiyya zara paan khilwa do.” He stopped the car near a pan shop and got a meetha pan for me. While eating pan a drop of pan fell on my chest. We lay together until it was time to get up and continue with our daily routine.My main concern though was about how she now felt! Was she happy? Did she enjoy herself? Would she allow this to happen again? What are her expectations? What other fantasies did she have that she would explore in real life? We didn't speak much though. This was a blissful quiet moment that I savoured.Later that night in bed we continued chatting about our eventful day. She expressed she had some fantasies she was. This time, he spoke French."Good morning, may I ask you a question or two?" He was about Helen's age, a little taller and good looking with rather wild, light brown hair. His body was firm, though not athletic. He took in Helen's body with the same assessing glance she had used."Pourquoi moi?" Helen asked both him and herself. Then, amused, "Pourquoi non?" And after another brief thought, "Or would you rather speak English?" Well, that's fine with me, but I'm happy in either language. I'm. I gently gestured to the bartender who was busy preparing a slew of mixed drinks. She nodded and mouthed, “One minute.” I smiled again, adjusted my bra strap, and nodded back. Five minutes later, I ordered a hurricane and opened a tab. The room buzzed with light laughter and chitchat. I watched a smoke plume travel toward the bandstand and land on the bass player’s long skillful fingers. I bobbed my head to the musicians’ soothing soulful jazz melodies, took a sip of my pineapple charged drink,.