"Oh, I see you're wearing your glasses again. That'stoo bad." Yeah," I said."We're just going to get the rest of the bags," said "Mum." They madetheir...way out, leaving "Lucy" and me alone.I still found it hard to articulate what I was feeling."Isn't this amazing!" said Lucy, still imitating my voice, "they reallybelieve you're me! You are me! You're Tina!"I shook my head, stunned. "How can they believe it? They're probablyjust playing along." Then I looked Lucy in the face. I squinted hardand I. The women of crazy for sex (she wanted to keep her virginity till she got married).She was like 2 years younger to me and I started to talk to her and we became good friends. Mostly we work late till midnight ,so I used to drop her at her pg and will go home.One weekend we were working and it was around 3 am in the morning. We never noticed the time and planned to stop our work and leave to home. She was so tired and asked me whether I had any reserve alcohol at my place.Though I always used to. I have no intention of sleeping with an over-eager boy like you.”“No from what I heard I’m far too few and far too white for your taste. Does your husband think that the pastor’s spanking will help you?”A flash of fear crossed her face. “My husband” she stuttered, “doesn’t need to know anything. What do you have in mind?”“My fantasy has long been to spank and torture a beautiful woman. Allowing me to spank you wouldn’t be much different than what the pastor was doing. Your fantasy involves. Realizing she was snapping at her friend, Lacie took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. Slowly exhaling, Lacie turned back to the tiny foreign girl, still standing by the doors. Ana was fidgeting awkwardly, looking like she was torn between wanting to say something, and opening the door to flee. ‘I’m sorry, Ana. I’m not angry at you. I just couldn’t wear it anymore. It hurt too much to think about it.’ Without even thinking, Lacie’s fingers began to drift up to her neck, habitually.