I'M HAPPY FOR YOU GUYS. BUT DAMMIT I WAS HOPING YOU MIGHT GO OUT WITH ME ONCE YOU GOT OVER HER.I wrote a reply: If you be nice to her, she might share...And she answered: SLOPPY SECONDS AIN'T MY STYLE. IF I HAVE YOU I WANT YOU ALL TO MYSELF.I wasn't sure if that was normal and sensible and appealing to me, the idea of one guy/one girl in a normal exclusive relationship. Part of me thought that was the most beautiful thing in the world, and I actually pictured myself with Gerri, walking hand in. After having the juice we exchanged our no: and I left.Next day I got a message from her asking for a help to book a ticket for d first bus cause she have to reach her native(Kerala) the very next day. I booked the tickets and informed her,but her voice was sad and I asked she didn’t tell anything and disconnected the call.By evening again she called me and asked me to drop in madiwala.from her flat till madiwala she didn’t talk a single word,after getting down she just said thanks and walked. .you live for myattention, no matter how I dispense it...gently and lovingly...or likethis"..."You do know you're to be punished, Megan" Yes I know Master" You need to be punished...to show that you're aware of being wrong...beingbad...needing to show me you're willing to take what I give you...so you'll tryharder next timeto please me. Also pretty slave, you do this because you know I enjoy seeingyou in pain like that...don't I?...and you enjoy feeling that pain...for me,don't you? You'll do. ] The nanomites replied. I breathed a sigh of relief as I finished then got up to pay.I was almost to the register when I was met by a small mountain of a man. One that I am sad to say was making no effort to let me by. In French, the man pointed a stubby finger at me saying, “You are one of those stuck up Americans aren’t you? We no like you’re type here!”“American?” I asked in French, “What are you talking about?”The rather large man was joined by another even larger mountain of a man. “Eh.