“How about a few more?” She nodded and took out four from the pack. His eyes went wide. She broke off the filters, and put two cigarettes into her...mouth, broken end first, letting them dangle. She offered him the other two. He put them in his mouth the same way. They came in to kiss again, each maneuvering to get the other’s cigarettes in their mouth. They sat, facing each other, connected by four cigarettes. They moved in, slowly pushing them in, slowly taking in the flavor. They were both. "You know perfectly well what I mean! You have had your eyes up my dress for the past half-hour or so. You can't deny I've had some effect on you; I just have to look at your trouser front. Hell Tom, you must be some size to have a bulge like that, or are you like some men who stuff a pair of rolled socks down there to make themselves look big?" She replied still smiling.Now I've never heard that one about the socks, why would they do that?"Sorry, I have embarrassed you Myrtle," I managed to. We’d had several major fights over it and she decided to move out to her own apartment. Mary very persuasively clarified that nothing had changed between the two of us, meaning Mary and myself. C got on with her life and Mary and I explored as many aspects of our imagination as possible.Mary, after cornering me several times, got me to tell the story of my time and experiences in my summer ‘cabin’ years ago. I was reluctant to get into specifics, but Mary insisted. As the story played out, it. I, as a Muslim girl was brought up without ever considering myself as girl, one who could be appreciated, liked or praised as beautiful, pretty or charming. I was not allowed to use any makeup. I was a commodity or at best a chattel who would at appropriate time be handed over to a male for procreation. After meeting Puja, who used little makeup for the College, I started having weird thoughts, comparing my own self with Puja.I was not Caucasian white but have much fairer color than Puja, my.