”A niggling of fear ran down Brigit’s spine. “Wh…why? What did she do?”“I don’t know. They might announce the reason or they might not.�...� Fatima leaned toward the mirror and adjusted her earrings. Her movements were casual, but Brigit spied how her fingers trembled.“Who is it?”“Not us,” Fatima replied. “That is all that matters. Do not mistake a friendly word as finding a friend, Brigit. No one here cares for you. It is easiest on your heart to be the same.”“But, how can you live without. When offered, I accepted to have some beer. She popped open two cans and handed me one. She was looking very juicy in her yellow saree and black blouse. The saree was tightly wrapped around her accentuating all the curves adequately. Through her transparent saree I could see that she was wearing a very low cut blouse, and her cleave was driving me mad. After a while, she suddenly asked me, “do you like me?”.. Though I was surprised at this sudden question, i asked her, ” do you want me to tell. I amproud of you and by the way, you know I am Bi and always had a naturalattraction for your body you possess?"I tried to comprehend the consequences of that statement just as shesaid, "you have known your name all your life but please tell me outloud or better yet write I on this piece of paper as if you werewriting a check." I wrote the name Trent all my life and heard it in mymind but the actual sound word came out, as "I am Trish!" Moreover,writing it was even harder; the result was curly. I was tortured. I couldn't help wondering and fantasizing about what they might be doing. I wanted her home, but at the same time loved the excitement of it. It's crazy, I know. I don't know what it is about some of us guys that this turns us on. I don't understand it myself. I fantasized all night about her kissing him, and her legs opening to his exploring hands.She came home in a couple of hours and said little about it other than they talked a lot.She didn't get home until about 11PM. She.