With a mischievous grin, he pulled out his small knife.Fritz had the deft hands and keen eyes of a toy maker. It was easy to determine the points of g...eatest stress on the girl's herculean brassier and quick work to perforate those seams with his knife so that only a few threads held the bulwark in place. Replacing her blouse, he also took his knife to it. Floating back a few paces, he could see that to all outward appearances, her outfit was still sound--at least in this frozen moment. Fritz. }The priest's eyes were large as he was slowly nodding. "Two things were also said to the first of the royal line before and after this speech. May I ask if you know what was said?"Ambrose nodded as he took a deep breath. "He was wondering what more he had to do when he noticed Kinda waiting to talk to him. She called him Mister Kitty God, she then asked him if it hurt being a god." What was the reply?" The priest asked."No dear Kindra, It is only lonely. When no one thinks of a god they can. Her husband had gone to Delhi for some work. Later lockdown was declared so he could not make it back. Disha was all alone, as only the couple stays in our society with no child. I, being her neighbor, must make sure she is well satisfied.As lockdown was getting boring, all the neighbors started playing games in the afternoon. One such random day, we were playing cards at Disha’s house. We were 6 people of which were 2 couples, me a bachelor and Disha, the single, married woman in the house.So. "Dear, we have to talk. I know what I did was wrong and I amreally sorry. But the thing is I don't want to wear dresses full-time. I want to wear my men's clothes. Can't you see where I amcoming from?" "I can see where you are coming from but I can't see why anythingshould change. I was not the one dressing in the attic. I know youhave been doing it well over a year now. Am I right or not?" "You are right but I don't want to wear dresses all the time.Can't we come to some agreement on this? .