So... what are you usually writing about?" "Well, about anything that turns me on, really," I answered. "Which is mostly lesbian sex, with a good deal...of kinky fetishes like anal sex, domination, fisting, pee, everything I like." She caught her breath at the word "pee" but didn't say anything and instead continued: "Oh. So. Have you been doing that long?" I reclined in my seat and put my hands behind my head, getting more comfortable talking about my writing. "Well," I said. "For about a year. As I mentioned early my name is Shruti and my friends in NYC call me Cherry. I am 24 years old and currently doing my MS in management from New York University. I am born in the USA but my family belongs from Delhi and we often visit India once a year. As I mentioned earlier the cause of all these incidents of my life. That is my physical asset. I don\’t claim myself to be the hottie of Hollywood but I am kind of the Middle Eastern jungle Queen. I am somehow gifted with pretty good assets. She turned around, startled to see him. He looked awful, upset and out of breath. ‘Thomas – what are you doing here? I didn’t tell you I was leaving, I … ‘ Cherie began weeping a bit. ‘Don’t go!’ He panted. ‘What?’ ‘Don’t-fucking-GO!’ He gasped out. ‘Don’t go to your parents for Christmas, don’t go on tour, don’t take the job – not if it means you’ll leave me. Don’t go, please Cherie.’ ‘Thomas, I …’ ‘Don’t go. Marry me.’ Cherie practically fainted. They announced her train, but she didn’t hear. "Hey," he replied as he whipped through a double-play, shortstop to second to first, against the garage door. "How was the soccer game?" Two-two tie," I said. I caught his liner off the panel of the door and spun it back toward him off the same panel. "How's Kay feeling?" Leg's pretty good, I guess. Better now than when she got up this morning. I think she's downstairs now, anyway, watching TV with Jaimie."He threw the ball back at the garage door for me to catch. "Want to do something?" he.