“How long have you been watching me?”“Just today,” I confessed. “I assure you Mrs. Fathima.”“I don’t believe you,” She shook her hea... in disagreement. “I think you have been coming everyday.”“No!” I refuted. “I came just today and that too because you had left the door open.”“Oh!” Mrs. Fathima smiled. “Thanks for reminding. I should have been careful……”“Not really,” I fumbled. “It was my mistake to have come inside.”“It was my mistake,” Mrs. Fathima intervened. “to have closed the doors till. Some of whom were lovers too. But this was different ... or at least it felt different. She was a more confident and complete woman than those in my past. At twenty-five years old, it wasn’t as if I’d had a catalogue of female friends, but I wasn’t inexperienced. This, however, was unique. It took me quite a while to get to sleep that night.I’d packed my clothes for the long weekend in Tahoe and along with my ski equipment, it all fit easily into the back of the Jeep. We’d agreed that I would. . At work? Yes, many times in the men’s restroom jerking my load into the pan, or in my office before we went open plan.Every room in the house? Not yetIn a car while traveling along the interstate? NoWhat do you fantasize about when you play:A significant other? YesA friend? Yes my ex girl friends.A friend's spouse? Yes. A stranger? Yes, porn girls or strippers I’ve watched in striptease bars.A co-worker? Yes, my sexy big boobed colleague Julie.A member of the same sex? Sometimes, boys back at. "Front desk, may I help you?" "Yes, please. This is..... Uh, never mind. I just found it." Who would Sam tell the front desk he was? If he said Sam Hollin, the clerk would laugh and say "Yes sir," with the emphasis on "sir." Besides, he was in Peter's room. What would a strange woman being doing in Peter's room naked. Going to the police was also out of the question. They would not believe he was really a guy named Sam Hollin. Sam got out of the bed and stared at the mirror..