This story is basically an extended version of the first part of me and my bf. If u guys love the story or wanne connect then u can write to me at Lo...king forward to meet new people. I stay in Bangalore so anyone here or travelling via Bangalore, I would be interested in meeting themIt was almost 3 years since I met my boyfriend and we badly needed to meet, all we did was video calling sending pics and buying gifts thats it. we fight and stay good friends but the things that happened in Goa. So that was it. I was being trained to walk like a perfectlady, criss-crossing the room, pressing buttons, head up,shoulders back, breasts thrust forward, taking short stepsin my arched, high heels.As I walked over to the next flashing button, this time myfoot got stuck. "Damn..." A heel had got caught between thetiles. This was the side of the room with the tiles spacedfurther apart.After a second I was able to work the heel free. Lookingover at the flashing button, I realized that if I was. And that includes my daughter.”“Sir, I’m going to invite you in because I don’t want to stand here and let the cold air in. We’ll go to the basement and my friend Melanie, who lives here, will come with us just so there aren’t any misunderstandings later.”“This is quite private, Steve!” he insisted.“The only way I’m talking with you is with someone else in the room as a witness. You can leave or you can talk with me in front of Melanie. She knows as much about me as almost anyone, and I have. I will be your prettywife." Good," he said as I got out of the shower and put on a pink bathrobe. "Now come on and lets try on some lingerie. Let me also show you somechoices for wigs, so you can pick your hairstyle."I walked behind James to his bedroom. His hallway and bedroom weremore of the same, with a decidedly african/black-power theme. He hadlarge paintings of beautiful black women in traditional African garb,and a giant portrait of Malcolm X. I was taken aback even more. Whatnew.