He grabbed me by the leash and dragged me into the bedroom where he unlocked my catsuit and instructed me to strip. I did as I was told. He removed a ...ery large piece of leather from the box a full body catsuit complete with a full hood with zippers over the eyes and mouth. He instructed me to put it on. So I did. There was a zipper that wrapped around my crotch and a second zipper that started at the small of my back and went to the neck to the top of the mask. I pulled the bodysuit tightly up. My grandfather, the erstwhile courtier of Nawab, could not give his daughter to a man of lesser family status. Muslim girls in India by and large are given into a marriage by the family elders and a girl’s own choice hardly matters. My aunt Phoopo remained unmarried, turned lunatic and drowned herself in a Lake near Bhopal city. My grandfather, a man of high family prestige, lost his mental balance and soon committed suicide. But all that happened much before my birth.I was born in a small. She was a picture of perfection, long and lean with the cutest glasses on. Mesmerized by her eyes, I truely forgot what was happening."So, you getting in or what?", questioned the angelic voice from the car, bringing me back to reality. I quickly hopped in, and we were on our way."Thanks", I said. "I thought I was gonna die out here. Haven't seen a car in a long while." I saw the buzzards circling and decided to be a good samaritan," she joked. I laughed, grateful for the lift."I'm Loren. I was finding it impossible not to look at her. She was like some sort of magnet to me and the only way I could satisfy the urge was to just stare at her like some lovesick teenager which unnerved the hell out of me.There was just something about her that made my world seem more worthwhile somehow. If I wasn't so shallow I'd say I had a crush on her. I reached up and straightened my tie and rubbed the stubble on my chin. Listen to you. Can you hear yourself? You're nearly twice her age. Her.