. what's there to say? I guess I've grown up a bit since last year. Back then, I'd be ready to call Claire the next great love of my life. Now, I know...better. Love doesn't happen that fast. There's a fair bit of tenderness involved between us right now. Affection, certainly. A healthy dose of lust? Oh yeah. But love? Not that fast. Oh, and FYI, we didn't just sleep together. After the whirlwind pace with Morgan, I wasn't in any big hurry. Que sera, sera takes precedence over carpe diem if. I was dizzy by the horniness I felt right there.“That felt good,” she said and clapped herself on the shoulder. “Now then! Let’s get finished.”She started to place the dishes in the cabinets one by one. At last, the frying pan was supposed to lay on top of the cabinets. She usually uses a chair to help her up. This time she tried first but failed and was about to grab the chair. That’s where I stepped in and said.Me: Let me help you with that!I took the frying pan from behind her and tried to. Moving out of the dorms and into the cabin over intersession, I was now free to indulge in my darkly erotic interests. It also gave me a more discrete shipping address, which I immediately took advantage of, ordering several pairs of six-inch heels, a large vibrator and a pair of handcuffs from an online fetish boutique.It took a little time to learn how to walk in those tall heels, but I loved the way the heels looked. I also loved the submissive feel of those handcuffs and the way I looked. If she was professional in this, she would have collected her sari and folded it neatly. No; she is not professional. I am impressed.“Come here, lemme see your hair” She stepped over the sari and let it remain there itself. I can understand her tension. I liked this behavior. She is standing in front of me now. I stood up.“Here, take this. This is 10, 000/- in total” I held the bundle of Indian currencies that I kept ready for her. Faster than I expected, she grabbed them from me and took them.