"I'm going to close mine."I smiled then, not like before, but tenderly and I felt my heart thumping a little. It was nice. "Okay," I whispered, and I ...id close my eyes, but I took Michael's hand in mine and we sat there for a moment before he spoke. Softly at first, and then a little louder, more animated as he gained confidence.I felt myself floating ... someplace. Away."You must know that I dream of you. You must know how you make me feel, how full of desire, of bare lust. The need to have. So from now on Lalita used to give me a warm glass of milk every night in my room. In the spam of time I became friendly with Lalita as she was once married but then she took divorce as her husband used to beat her up and she decided that she will never get married again. As my uncle and aunty used to sleep early and I used to watch TV late night or some time chat with Lalita.One night when she was bringing glass of milk I saw her and decided to make my move and I intentionally slipped my hand. I looked like a hooker."Hi, do you have a skirt in a smaller size?"Was he serious?Apparently he was."Of course sir, what size is that one?"Josh turned me around and stuck the tag out, pulling the skirt slightly open. The attendant invited himself to look at the tag, and my bare ass crack in the process.I was humiliated."Ok so that's a small. I'll try to find an extra small."He ran off eagerly. I was furious. I was stewing while we waited. Josh just stood outside.He came back in with the new. With the most sensuous guile imaginable, Sheila worked the room and the men in it, keeping drinks filled, conversation flowing, and eyes chasing her from their secret-most corners. By the time she finished with each smitten partygoer, even suspicious wives felt complimented that beautiful hostess Sheila had troubled to flirt with their men. Upon spotting a fresh male face in the crowd, Sheila made it her duty to introduce herself and her many charms. And if he was lucky, and she could sense.