You lean your head over her shoulder and see a cute girl with a round face, full lips and a toothy grin. You‘re instantly hit with the idea that you...know her, but you don‘t know from where. “Bon soir,” you say in her ear as you assume she must be a French speaker. “Hello,” she says in a Southern twang. ‘That’s it! It’s Miley Cyrus!’ you think as this suddenly becomes more exciting.As you talk to her, you realize she’s in town for a movie shoot. You keep dancing with her until she invites you. Then I went to the kitchen and poured water into 8 glasses. I went out to the lawn with a glasses-filled tray in my hand. They were sitting in a circle. I walked into the center and offered them water.After drinking, they put the glasses back in the tray. I inquired about them. Aman told me that he and his friends were in Udaipur because a friend of theirs was getting married. I asked them if they were hungry and they said yes. I came back inside and went into the kitchen to prepare some snacks. The door opened and he was standing just out of sight, he said come in, and I went into the hallway and he closed the door. I must admit I was pleasantly suprised at how he looked. Andy was tall, slim, with shoulder length hair. He looked very sexy in the stockings, and his make up was well done and he had a femenine face. He took me into the living room and we sat opposite each other, both nervous, although he was experienced. We chatted for a few minutes, and I could feel myself wanting to. Still you just hold me letting me get used to the feel of you pressed against me. ‘Let’s go into my room.’ I hear myself say. You follow me up the stairs. You walk over and touch the floor length mirror on the side of the bed adjusting its angle and then turn back to me. Your hand reaches for mine and you close the distance between us. We stand in front of the mirror looking at our reflections in the glass. I watch you. I watch your eyes as they move over me. Then I see your hands slowly.