"You've done this before, haven't you? Dressed as a woman I mean."I felt that terrible buzzing feeling inside as I realised he knew mysecret. I laughe... nervously. "I just did it to show you up."He nodded thoughtfully and took a sip of coffee. "Where'd you getthe shoes?" I bought them. Yesterday in my lunch hour, you saw all the stuff Igot from the department store." No," he said, "those shoes are too worn down to be brand new."I glanced down at my feet and saw he was right. Although theyweren't. When I got back to the bedroom, mom had a glass of lemonade for me. I thanked her and downed it in almost one go.After, I pulled the bed out a bit. I clamped the make shift splint against the leg, and drilled some holes into it. Then I hammered some nails into the leg.“I’d use some glue too,” I said, wiping my brow when I was done. “But this should suffice. Why don’t you try it out?”“What do you mean?” she asked, her face reddening.“Climb on it, I’m sure you’ll find it a lot sturdier than. I've had a splitting headache all day."I was a little taken aback, but didn't worry. I had prepared his favourite dinner, and I had yet to meet a man whose headache couldn't be cured by a good blowjob. I kissed his forehead and asked, "Oh darling, that's too bad, when did it start?"He looked at me with tired eyes. "It's been bothering me since lunch" Maybe you'll feel better in an hour" I purred. "let me give you a backrub" that's sweet darling, but I think I'm gonna turn in, I figure if I get. The 1st floor was let out to an NGO and I resided in the 2nd floor. The house owners were members of Hare Krishna and they were hardcore vegetarians and vashnavites. They had only one son and he was studying in class XII and was trying to get into an IIT. This boy used to study on the roof – so I used to see him somewhat frequently. His name, well I cannot tell it here, so let us use the name “Swami” for him. So Swami was a very innocent but studious chap. He wasn’t the most intelligent, but he.