I can cook but cooking for three people would be a hassle and my cook recently resigned.Anyhow, I thought I will order something and didn’t give it ...uch thought.On Tuesday, Mayank asked me if Wednesday’s dinner was still on and I said, “Yeah sure. Come at 8 pm.” Mayank said Divya was super excited about the dinner. She has no friends in Pune and never goes out. I was like cool see you then and got busy with work.Wednesday I left early from work at 3 pm, cleaned my flat and brought some beers,. Without me she would not have the job. With me onboard wecould go places.We had some time to get me ready, and we needed it. It was not myappearance that was the problem, it was as I said - if I said nothingand did not move I was Ok. I did not carry myself as a woman. It wasthat way I walked and moved my hands. It was all wrong. I needed to beinstructed by Siobhan and to watch women more closely to understand thedifferences. Fortunately, observation and imitation fitted with myartistic. I love the way t-shirts cling to her breasts, and I love to watch them move as she walks.Anyway, we sat in the booth with our first beers and played footsie, my toes running up her thigh to where her shorts covered her bush. Her foot was busy, too. Then Ned and Toni showed up."Hi, you two," Toni called, starting to slide into the bench next to me."Wait," Dana said. "Stand up a sec, I want to see that dress."Toni stood up. She was wearing a dress of something that somehow stuck to her skin. At. Twice married and twice divorced. A free spirited ‘life and soul of the party,’ type of woman, enjoying life, obsessed with sex, rejoicing in her single status and making no secret of her preference for well-endowed men, able to balance her private life with a demanding career, drifting between her many lovers without feeling any obligation to make any one of them a permanent fixture in her life. No baggage. No conditions. No commitments. No longevity. After two failed marriages and a string.