‘Lacie, you’re frightening me. Open your eyes. Please, Lace. Open your eyes.’ Lacie burrowed her face into his chest. Weakly lifting her hand, L...cie pressed it to the cool fabric of his shirt. ‘Nooo… you’ll…leave…again…’ Lacie whined. ‘Lacie, open your eyes. That’s an order, pet.’ Master’s strong voice commanded. Lacie’s mind whirled. Something there was important. Master’s words meant something more. She just didn’t know what. Gasping, Lacie’s fingers curled around Master’s collar, holding him. Main bahut josh mein thi aur maine apni saree aur blouse ko utar diya. Main kewal pettycoat aur bra mein thi aur khushi ke maare dance karne lagi. Raat ke 9 baje callbell bajee to maine darwaza khola. Wo tushar tha. Main use dekhkar muskurayee aur wo bhi muskuraya. Maine darwaza lock kar diya. Tushar mujhe apni bahon mein jakad liya. Usne apne hothon ko mere hothon par rakh diya. Main josh mein aane lagi. Usne meri peeth par apna haath phirana shuru kar diya aur mere hothon ko choomne laga.. My fingers moved of their own accord. Until I started thinking about what I was doing. Then I fumbled to a stop. My fingers were sore.“That was beautiful, J,” Em said from the doorway. “I was afraid you weren’t going to play again.”“I just forgot,” I said. I turned to look at her and forgot everything else. “My God, you’re beautiful.” I stood and laid the guitar on my bed. “You’re beautiful,” I repeated as I took her hand. She spun around to show me the back as well. In V1’s day we called it. Patel said in a very Indian-British accent, “Bless you, and have a vonderfol night.” I thanked him and gave him a second look with the “wonderful night” comment. I got to the room and transformed into Rebeca – a thigh-length black leather coat hiding a leather vest, a matching micro-miniskirt, stockings, and heels all below an expensive dark amber-red curly wig and deep dark eye shadow and bold dark red lips. I left a little after nine and needed a quick bite to eat and headed to the Carl’s.