?Well, you could easily make yourself look like a man. You’re almost the androgynous type. I don’t call you special for nothing.? I blushe.... I deeply imagined it. I thought of the thrill I would get from sweeping a girl off her feet without her knowing or suspecting that I was a hermaphrodite female. I wanted to do more than seduce her with my disguise. I wanted to make her my slave and become her master. Michael would become my slave as well. They would both be my bitches. I will make. Most students are probably in their rooms or in town partying. Stephan doesn't mind though, he's not the type for crowds anyway and this way it should be easier to follow the signs to the dorm rooms. 4th floor, room 4.69.He should've taken the lift. A bit exhausted he reaches the target floor. Immediately he notices weird souncs coming from further down the corridor. Rhythmic bumps, a muffled voice? Two voices? It's really hard to tell... With one heavy bag of luggage in each hand he hurries. (No need to say me and Namita had our share of sex as they were going for 18 days). It was Saturday evening they left by night train. I went 2 drop them at station n came back. Next day being Sunday I got up late and even aunty use 2 have their shop open till afternoon on Sunday. It was around 4.00pm my doorbell rang, it was aunty she asked chai bana rahe hu tu piyega. I 1said ha, she said 2 aaja.I went 2 there place took a chair went in kitchen n sat down. aunty was about 2 start 2 make tea. I left him with a couple 20 pound bags of potatoes, a few bags of dried peas and beans, a big box of squash, twenty pounds of apples and a big bag of carrots.I couldn’t help but worry about him during the week. There he was, a member of a star-faring civilization marooned in an environment barely better than the bronze age.Bezig sat in the chair so generously provided by his host and looked about. He snorted to himself. Other than some missing decorations and utilities it looked like his.