I was a nerd, and Ingrid,well... she didn't seem to have much in common with the other kids. Sheplayed hockey and netball - quite well, actually - bu... she didn't hangaround with the other players. She didn't watch TV; she wasn't interestedin pop music, or make-up, or clothes. Also, having to look after herbrothers and get them fed and off to school had made her a little...bossy."He was struggling to describe the thirteen-year-old Ingrid without makingher out to be a dragon-in-the-making."So. Having seen several nude shots I had sent, he apparently found mine acceptable. Like me, he had a kink for bondage. In our initial correspondence we had established that we shared many reciprocal interests, a preference for high protocol play, strict rules of speech and address, and a full immersion into our respective roles when together. As a gay man my Master took a particular pleasure in discomfiting ostensibly straight males. He had, he said, many such males come to him as subs, but few. Toh shaam ko aunty ne khane pe bulaya maine unke ghr ke gate pe khada tha ki meri najar aunty par gayi woh or unka husband mera intazaar kar rahe the par meri najar toh sirf aunty pe thi kyunki unhone ek t-shirt pehn rakhi thi or niche tight si legi pehn rakhi thi isski vajah se unka pura fig clear dikh raha tha unhone t-shirt mein bra bhi nahi pehn rakhi thi isski vajah se unke nipples bhi dikh rahe the aunty ne bola “Kya tum gate par hi khade rahoge kya?” yeh sunte hi main andar ghs gaya.Woh. ”“We do, but we’ll wait ‘til tomorrow when you’ve settled down.”“You can talk all you want. It doesn’t mean I’ll listen.”“Don’t turn around. I’m getting undressed.”“Who cares? If you haven’t noticed, there’s no audience here.”Scott’s nonchalance wasn’t matched by his thoughts. He’d secretly watched his mother disrobe a few times and knew she’d leave the kerchief covering her tightly curled hair until last. Then, totally naked, she would tip her head and pull the hair down her back, raised arms.