I was really getting turned on now,,I got the idea to start talking in my sleep, or so he thought, first I said, "hey sweetie.I missed you, kiss me" m...mmbled a few nonsense things , he was listning very intent, then I started mumbling" touch me baby ,touch me like you always do, cmon baby feel my boobs" I kept repeating "feel my boobs,feel me,feel my boobs" he finally took the cue, I could feel him lightly touch my boob, just one finger rubbing it," yes baby touch me, keep doing it, you know i. Suddenly she woke up and apologized for keeping her head to which i said it was ok…. Then we talked casually regarding hobbies studies and all and she asked for my number…. I gave it to her…. We arrived Delhi boarded same cab and went to our respective homes……At night i got watsapp text from her…. We chatted normally….. Day by day it became in our habits to text each other….. Our bond got stronger each passing day….. And we were comfortable sharing everything with each other…… And soon we. The moment my words left my mouth I knew I'd made an terrible mistake.Hillary's face scrunched up in disgust for a brief moment, and then she was laughing at me. Deep throaty laughter that made me just want to curl up and die. I saw it then in her eyes, saw the disdain she felt for me. My face and hands suddenly felt as if they were burning up, and I knew I must be red as a ripe strawberry."You think I'm... you think I'm a lesbian like you?" She asked me, dropping the file on my desk and. Waiting. Must have been about 10 minutes of silence. Finally he speaks, in his sort of redneck drawl."Hey, you ok in there? Seems like you been in there awhile... "I was silent."You know, im just tryin' to make sure you are ok. A girl dressed up in a cute little skirt in the middle of the night and all, by herself."Shit. He definitely saw me that's for sure. And god damn he sounds like a creep. I don't know what to do. Wow, i have never really experienced what it is like to be a girl all.