This story goes way back to 2007. I had got into my first relationship with my Disha (name changed). It was like a dream. We used to talk all night ab...ut things that even make sense now.I was in Pune doing my graduation at that time, and she was in Dehradun. We didn’t even have smartphones to video call each other. All we had was an email through which we sent our pictures to each other. Although we didn’t talk about sex or being physical, we both wanted to feel each other. My. So much. Now. I know we can’t but know that I love you and really want to make love with you tonight. We both brought clothes for tomorrow and I’ll bet if we do play the game that we’ll be staying here tonight. Oh. You’re going to wear that tonight?”She was looking over my shoulder at the bed, so I assumed that she was talking about the clothes I had laid out for this evening.“Yup. Do you like it?”“Oh, you’ll get me even hotter wearing those.”“That’s only fair, considering how you got my motor. She was gasping for breath as well.She whispered into my ear.“Tonight you fucked Wonder Woman. Tomorrow, you can eat Mommy’s pussy for breakfast.”*I woke up alone in my bed with my mother’s final words of the preceding night ringing in my head. I was wide awake yet bone weary. The sun had been peeping up over the horizon as Wonder Woman and I exchanged final kisses before making our way to our bedrooms at opposite ends of the estate sized house. The angle of the sun now glaring through a crack. I hadn't seen her more than three months. Back then she told me that we should stop dating and should just be friends. It was very hard for me, but there was nothing I could do."I need your help, George," she said.Her voice was strange. As if she had problems breathing. And somehow tremulous. That frightened me."Jill, are you all right?" I asked."No, I am not. Sorry for disturbing you, but would you please come as soon as possible," she said and explained where she was.I knew the street. Just.