We were going on and on.Then I asked her how about we go out to someplace. Shreya was a homemaker and her husband was a very busy man. So she didn’t...go out much. She was more than happy to go out with me. I went a step further and booked a honeymoon resort for a 3 days stay about 200 km away.We got to that place and kept our bags in the room allotted for us. Both of us got freshened up and were sitting. I was only wearing my boxers. Shreya was wearing a nightdress shirt and a track pant. I just. I closed the door and looked around, to see if anything was different other than the door. When I circled the room, everything looked the same, except the door. I turned back to the door, only it had vanished. I walked to the spot on the wall where the door was just seconds ago, but it looked as though nothing had been there but the wall, it was as though I had imagined the door being there when it wasn’t.” “So the door is a symbol of the way out?” “Yes, I believe so.” “If you thought it had. Sexiness is as much if not more in the imagination as in anything else. Your blouse looks sexy because of what it hints at rather than what it actually shows.'My honesty was rewarded with a massive blush, and for Stephanie a rarity - no immediate response.After a few moments contemplation Stephanie jumped up and came and sat next to me. 'I've done one chore' she said indicating the dinner dishes, 'I suppose I might as well do another one.' She was trying, and failing, to keep a straight. We took the bath together. I shampooed and washed her long hair well. I watched her blow drying and combing her long hair, and in no time her long hair was shining like a mirror, soo silky and in all its glory. She wore a pajama and front open t-shirt, and made her hair to a beautiful loose bun. “they will be now dying to meet you” I kissed her and walked her out of the room.Presenting sreeja.Sreeja was walking in the front. I could see my friend’s mouth open wide watching sreeja come out of.