My story reader was an unmarried woman aged around 35 from Srinagar, Kashmir. Her name was Najma (name changed) and she was working in a bank. She had...some conflict with her family and was now living separately in a rented apartment with her female colleague.Najma had read my last story and mailed me asking about my details and phone number. I didn’t give it straight away but we chatted for a few days through email. Najma told me that she is an independent working unmarried woman. I asked her. " "Ahh, I see." He pretended to drop his smile and look at the ground for a moment, shaking his head. "A very lucky man. You are very beautiful," his smile returned. "Thank you. I'm sure it'll be quite easy for you to find yourself a beautiful girl as well." "Well, I cannot argue that. But most of them do not hold my attention like you do," he held my eye and I cold feel myself blushing, unsure of what to say. I smiled back and finished my glass. He poured another. A silence fell between us,. Fiona was already there having her picture taken. She was stark naked and holding a small board over her tummy with a number written on it. "Right, slut," my officer snapped, "strip off and get ready to be recorded."As I slowly undressed, Fiona was told to turn to first the right and then the left to have her profiles taken. It was really odd this - I mean, I'd undressed before the Father but, outside of my family and members of the clergy, these two Garda officers were the first men I'd. She broke into a smile, the kind of smile that tells the observer that a strong memory is going on inside.I sat down, with Glory getting on my lap and asked, "Mom, what is it?" I don't know if I should tell you or not, your father doesn't even know," she said shifting in her seat.Gloria went to Mom, took her hand and asked, "Mom, today was the most fantastic day I have had ... so far. If you have something to tell us, Win and I would love to hear it — whenever you're ready?" OK, maybe later —.