"Did you ever consider having surgery?" I asked. "No, Carolyn. I am quite content as I am. I've dated men and enjoythem. They understand who I am ...nd you'd be surprised how many aretitillated by a woman with our special feature between our legs."We laughed and I explained how I progressed in such a short time to thepoint of adding breast forms to my growing list of purchases. She wasactually quite impressed with my look and demeanor. "Carolyn, your voice is quite convincing. The accent. "Morning," I said as I walked into the kitchen."Finally up, sleepyhead," teased my aunt. She explained that everyone else had gone their own separate ways and that she and Sam were going to go shopping in the next town over for a few hours. "Emily is staying here , if you want to keep her company or you could come with us," finished my aunt. "I think I'll stay here with Emily," I replied. Because her back was to the living room, Emily's mother missed the mischievous smile that played across her. My new maid would wear loose salwar kameez, often without the dupatta while she was working and I would glance at her cleavage sometimes. She had sometimes caught me staring at her but she always would smile quietly and continue with her work.One Friday, I had gone out partying and had drinks. So, when I woke up on Saturday, I was slightly hungover. It was around 11 am so I assumed that I was alone at home.So, without bothering to put on a t-shirt, I walked over to the kitchen in my boxers. I left a note saying I was staying over at my friend tom's house, and out the door I went. I caught a bus to her part of town and just about stormed her front door (Actually I just sheepishly crept up to it). For some reason I was nervous, even though we'd been dating for several months. Lately she had become unpredictable to me; springing lots of surprises and upending my understand of our relationship. And after spending a week apart, I had this tiny creeping fear that she could have met.