" George almost whimpered in response. He hadn't ever thought of himself as being particularly well endowed."You are one of her slaves, aren't you? As...well as doing her accounts?"George nodded. "Yes, I suppose you could say that. It was sort of an accident really." He stopped as Allison looked sceptical. "I men it didn't start out with me intending that. I was just expecting to do her accounts. I didn't even know what the business was about, really, until well, until I'd said I would do it.". Our marriage then took place as per Indian rituals and Rahul justcouldn't take her eyes off me. Finally all the formalities were over andas per custom we touched Naina and Karan's feet to take blessings.We then both couples went for our first night. We all were very excited.I was sitting on the bed with veil on my face. Rahul came and opened myveil and started kissing me on my lips then my neck, back and almosteverywhere. I also responded equally and then we made love to each other.As I did not. But we traveled all over the place. He didn’t like staying in one place. We even lived in Canada for a while. Then Texas for a month, but he didn’t like the country life. So we traveled more and more, and he threw in the idea that we were going to live on an island.’ ‘Is he here with you now?’ ‘No, he died, of a heart attack when we were just pulling in on the island. We were on the boat, and he kept saying that he had chest pains, and he drank scotch, said that would help him. As soon as we. When I twirled, the ruffles peeked out as if by magic. (And they hid the tiny erection that sprung up whenever I found myself dressed up.)It was a happy, even ecstatic, c***dhood! There was no-one to boss me around – except for big siss -and I lived life as if it were a fairytale: no school, no silly shorts or T-shirts, being adored like a Disney princess. The years floated by. An endless stream of vicarious thrills. One thrilling experience after another. The perfect girlhood.Reality didn’t.