I let you take me home that first night. Maybe that was the mistake? I’ll never know, I guess. I like to think it was because I could feel your hear... somehow, and that you were going to be the love of my life. You undressed me so slowly, so sweetly. I can close my eyes and feel you hands on my skin. We were standing in the kitchen, where I was supposed to be making us drinks. I was completely out of ice. I was standing there in front of the open freezer door wondering what to do about it when. I guess I hit a point where it all seemed like way too much and saw the monastery as an escape. But in the four years I lived in relative isolation and near-silence, I had a lot of time for self-examination and eventually concluded that isolation wasn't the answer to my problems. I hadn't been a week out of the monastery looking for a position when I saw the Van Buskirk's ad online and fired off an application. The idea of living a quiet, relatively simple life as a domestic struck a note, and. " Truth?" Anything else wouldn't mean a thing." I have a kinky side that I wasn't aware of until about a year ago. I found a copy of LEG SHOW and after I read it I realized that I was like some of the women that are in the stories and that I wanted some of the same things that they wanted. When I saw the way you looked at my legs and feet I thought that you might be like some of the men in the stories and I began to tease you to see what you would do. You kept looking, but you didn't do. Kuch der tak aisa hee chala meri gaand laal kar di thi oosne maar maar ke ab oone mujhe ghum ke taange faila kar khade hone ko kaha aur asha aur rupa mere saamne aa gaye aur meri aakho par kaali pati baandh dee mujhe toh kuch samajh nahi raha aur jab tak mein samjhu mere gote par ek jor ki laat padi aur mein dard ke maare zameen par gir gaya aur tadapne laga aur yeh dekh kar dono randiyo ko maja aane laga aur hasne lagi .Mein phir khada ho gaya aur dono ne thapad aur laato se meri halat kharab.