Azem disconnected as soon as he had noticed me. ‘How was the work day, my little comedian?’ He cooed. ‘I’ll light the candles and bring the ch...mpagne, yes?’ ‘My today’s report sucked,’ I grumbled. ‘But let’s not move the work issues to the bedroom.’ ‘You seem a little nervous. Did something happen? Is there anything you would like to tell me?’ He tried to be sweet like a fudge. I still stood at the door. What if things turn ugly? ‘Ehh… I… found something…’ ‘What did you find? Where! In this. Now she was most certainly unsure about talking to him. But she bolstered up her confidence and strode to his office door, knocking politely as she imagined how she could possibly begin to explain what needed to be said. When he opened the door she gasped as she saw the hungry way he looked at her, over her whole body. Suddenly the look was gone as if he had purposely tried to contain his emotions. ‘Yes, Claire? What can I do for you?’ he asked, his tone only slightly heated. ‘Umm…yes, well,. . wesplashed each other and laughed. After some time of this, I sunnedmyself being a woman was wonderful. I wondered why I ever hated it...then I rose and reality shifted again...We were in a dance hall... dressed for dancing. Again it all seemed sonice so wild. I find I can dance magnificently... the Oriental girlcomes over... she tells me how she loves being a girl. And how much funit is. I tell her the same. A man comes over and asks me. I feel sohigh I agree and begin dancing with him. I. ) can contact me at Now coming to the story and here it goes:-Two years back I was in a strong relation of about two and a half years with a girl called Nadia. She was 20 years old at that time. I was happy with her and never had any bad intentions about her. She was doing coaching at a place called Hyderpora in Srinagar for AIEEE and used to live in a rented room, with a bathroom and kitchen on the ground floor. The place was a new colony place and people hardly bothered about others. She was.