Our relationship was so cool and open that I told her that, and she chuckled.The thing I missed the most while abroad was how she sometimes tended to ...ean her head on my shoulder when we were talking after I got taller - way taller - than her. I’d smell her shoulder-length brunette hair, and all would be well in the world. After I became a teenager, she became my best friend.The thing I missed the least now that I was back was dealing with Nina. “What the actual fuck!” I roared.“What!?” She. Nothing else existed save those two eyes floating in the ether. But then she spoke…. “Joshua.”“Hmmmm…”“I see you’re having no problem traveling by train,” she whispered.“Problem? Why should I have a problem?” She nodded approvingly. I was her young apprentice, her acolyte, her captive. But I was a willing captive. If the boys back in the office could see me now, if anyone who was used to the “city boy” lawyer incarnation of me could see me now! But that was another me, from another time, from. Sab se pehle to aap sab se maafi mangta hu kyuki bohat lambe time se koi bhi story share nahi ki. So I hope jo story main ab post kar raha hu. Umeed karta hu aapko pasand aaye gi.Agar koi mujhse connect hona chahata hai ya koi bhi sawaal karna chahata hai to mujhe facebook pe add karey mera id Garry singh gkc hai. Aapko bohat easily id search karke mil jaayega So ab jayada bore na kartey huye story btata hu but us sey pehle aapko apna introduction de du.Mera naam Garry hai and basically mein. Do you like your attire so far, Andrea? Answer aloud. “Oh, yes ma’am!” Another buzz, a little bit longer, and I set off for something that appeared to be hanging over the couch. It was a pair of black lace stockings and underneath them a pair of black heels that had to be at least 4” high. I greedily put the stockings on, thankful that they did not need a garter as my growing antsy-ness was not going to grant the me the dexterity to work with them. I made sure the seams were aligned and I felt.