" Okay. You like the smell of this massage oil, don't you? Well, sleep with your nose behind your knee."She turned her head to look at me over her sho...lder and blinked. Twice. "God, I hate you."She said nothing more as I massaged her legs, then kissed her good night. Just before the door latch clicked I heard a faint, "It still stinks."Complaints about the paint smell stopped after Wednesday, which is when she had her first driving lesson. There are many stereotypical stories about women. My routine was going well till I found out that she was missing one morning. I found out that she had gone to her village for spending some time with her family. A couple of weeks later, I was alone at home on a Sunday since my folks were out of station. I decided to take bath. Since I was alone at home, I did not bother locking any doors and kept the bathroom door open while I got undressed.Those days, I still used to take bath in my underwear. I pure water on myself and started putting soap. She told me that Ray had told her about Lucy's birthday present. At first I was a little embarrassed but upon seeing how comfortable Angela was about the matter I began to relax. Angela asked mer for a quick cup of tea.Angela explained that she and Lucy had been friends since school and were very close. It appeared that Lucy had confided to her a fantasy in which she was fucked by a man in front of an audience and Angela wanted to make Lucy's fantasy some true in front of some of her closest. I need her to know I’m serious and that I’m not taking any more of her—” The ringing of her phone cut her off. I had to smile when I realised she’d set her ringtone to the theme song of the movie we had watched the night she gave me her special dessert.She picked up her handbag and fished out the handset. “It’s Mom,” she said after looking at the screen then pushed the button to answer the call. “Yes, Mom?”The volume was just loud enough for me to make out what she was saying. “Where are you?.