Sometimes she just wanted to cry when she saw couples together holding hands or kissing, wondering why she couldn’t have anyone like that. All she w...nted was to be loved for who she was. She had given up that dream after college when she still had no dates, burying herself in her work with the horses, desperately keeping the loneliness at bay, though not very successfully. Many nights she had gone home and locked herself in her room and cried for hours on end, asking God why she couldn’t find. “agar tu vaapis aate late ho gayee to”, main bola. “nahin main 10 baje tak vapis aa jaungi”, sangita boli.“par kaise aayegi tu”, maine poochha.“sunil chhod dega mujhe”, sangita ne batayea.Sunil wohi ladka hai jiska aksar hi phone aata hai aur wo ghar bhi bahut baar aayea hai. Mere paas koi aur raasta bhi nahin tha so maine kaha, “theek hai, par jyada der mat karma”.Agle din, yaani saturday ko sangita ne subah se hi tyari shuru kar di. Market jaa kar usne kuchh shoping bhi kar li. Shaam 6 baje. "Marie. I have just met this young man in the club who is hitting onme. He is a sexist pig and I am going to teach him a lesson. He isclearly a virgin and I am bringing him home with me. Now I am callingto ask you who is going to take his virginity, Marie? You or me?"I hesitated. I was not gay. I was not going to watch my wife sleepwith another man either. The deal was either her or me.As I realized this was my choice I decided that I might as well start tofully experience being a woman. Blouse, long-sleeved of course, and her big wool sweater. She had her boots with her, her pumps were in her desk. She brushed her hair, got her sweater and coat—she'd been planning on going out until she and Mark had met up—and pronounced herself ready."It takes a while to unwrap you," Mark said as they slipped out, "but it's well worth the effort."Crystal was feeling more with it. She still had that happy buzz from her climaxes, but that wouldn't fade for a while.The 8th Floor had offices on.