Sandy said that would be fine and would be there at one. The women got along with each other as if they had been long time schoolgirl friends. They sh...red all sorts of secrets that only close friends should know. Wendy told of growing up with a single mother and how the Vietnam people discriminated against her and the other mixed race children. She told Sandy when she met Jacques, she felt so much sympathy toward a wounded POW far from home. Wendy felt, perhaps because of the discrimination she. She came out of store room, saw me and said to come in. I acted as I dint knew anything.all went fine that day. After that day I always use to roam around her, talk to her, crack jokes with her and after a month and so we became good friends and our talks reached to the next level. We started knowing ourselves personally, we had talks on phone too. One particular day their was a bus strike in Chennai. So early morning she called me and requested to pic her from her place. I in excitement washed. Folding laundry, washing dishes. Slowly getting the hang of cooking again, simple things like boiled eggs, but a start. She's even using the computer again, a little bit, with the help of a program that reads aloud what's on the screen.And now this."Elliot?" she prompts, and her voice holds that cool tone of command that always tugs at the base of his groin. Tonight is no exception. But there's just a tinge of hesitation there, too, as if she's not sure he wants this. Not sure he wants her.Are. And teasing can be a double-edged sword. Would he, I asked, help me prove it was me in the photos? Would he dare?Would I?I was discovering he and I had complementary kinks! The idea of being shown off was a turn on for me, and of showing me off was one for him. Hey, he chose the photos on my profile!So, we arranged for a Saturday morning online show-and-tell date with Carl. Is there any woman reading this who would not have spent an hour with makeup and hair before such a ‘date'? When we.