Here comes my story that took place one year ago.I stay in a 1 BHK flat in an apartment nearby my office. I don’t have any friends in Bangalore exce...t my colleagues and some other people whom I have met at the gym. I love my office work and I am quite busy at the office. I come to my room and listen to songs. I love reading Novels. Sometimes, I come out for a fresh air and also check out the girls of our locality. There are many beautiful girls and ladies who live in our apartments. I don’t. As the crew learned the local language, they decided not tocorrect this assumption. They correctly concluded that it would be toodifficult to explain to those simple peasants the concept of analternate universe with reversed genders.They learned the local language with the help of a lady, Nayla, whowas an informal teacher in the village. The three of them remainedtogether, but it was clear that they could not remain simply as guestsin the village, abusing their hospitality, for long. So they. Standing behind the cash register at LL Bean, Christi spared a moment to turn away from the line of customers in front of her and watch multiple police cars scream by through the windows at her back. It seemed like every day, the police were being called out to answer someone going berserk or recover a grotesque body found in a public place. Professor Nelson had told her that this would happen, that the Black Stigmata was increasing its activity and spreading its influence with unusual force.. ‘I’ll do that for you,’ I offered reaching for her. ‘Get cleaned up or we’ll never get out of here. The other hotel guests are going to wonder what happened to all the hot water.’ She turned, continuing to wash while I grabbed the soapy washcloth and finished washing myself. Finally finished we got out of the shower and dried off. Diane took her large towel and wrapped it around her tight little body, with just the top of her tits and her long legs showing. ‘Get,’ she commanded, pushing me.