" She didn't appear to be posturing."You don't think you're a good person right now?" I asked, almost regretting the question as soon as it was out of...my mouth."I'm getting better ... smarter. When I came here ... to Little River ... I knew I couldn't behave the way I did at school. I guess I looked at myself in the mirror and decided I wanted to be someone better. But to tell the truth, I was lonely. I didn't have any friends and I wasn't dating ... so ... I wasn't very happy. I made up my. ”My heart was still racing by the time I was safely back on my side of the fence. Mitzi was unpacking the car, sorting through brown paper bags of groceries, mumbling to herself.“Why were you next door?” she asked.“Chloe needed my help with something,” I said, not at all surprised that a lie had found its way into my mouth so easily.“You should go back over there and tell her to turn her music down,” Mitzi complained. “What even is this?” she asked distastefully.“It’s Kayhan Kalhor,” I. Today was my coming out party. If I passed, I would be his sex slave.And I would pass. I would be his good girl. I wanted nothing more than that in the entire world. I stepped onto the porch, my flip-flops smacking the soles of my shoes, and reached out, pressing the doorbell.Daddy gave my hand a squeeze.The slap of bare feet approached. The door opened and a woman knelt, naked, in her earlier thirties, her body tone and fit. A black corset wrapped about her stomach and lifted a pair of ripe. As soon as we move out she looks worried.I asked, then she said that her outing timing is over. I developed some courage and invited her to the flat. It was still in a dilemma about her reaction, but she agreed. We took the metro and came back to Patel Nagar. My flat was at walking distance from the metro. So we soon reached.I took her to my room and offered her some water. She wanted to use the bathroom so she went. I prepared two mugs of coffee. She came back and we move to the balcony. I.