Just 4 hours back I was at home, all dressed up head-to-toe doing pooja (worshiping). And now here I was a conservative Sindhi girl, almost naked, on ...isplay for the entirety of Thane station. On the way out, the owner of my class (yes, the open-minded lady) had seen me hurrying out like that.She had called out to me asking what I was doing. She had seen me in the morning (when I was positively wearing a bra) and had commented on my clothing too (about she thought it was bold, but how she. I close my eyes again, tighter, and open them to confirm that it is in fact you. It is. Your expression is limited, unreadable, yet smooth. Your eyes pierce mine as I stare at you, the same unwavering look. As you approach me you glance to your left and catch glimpse of the bottle of champagne sitting on my bedside table, swiftly pick it up and take four maybe four draws and set it down to continue beading up with condensation. As you stand there, legs comfortably spread, looking down at. ‘I loved you too – that’s why I couldn’t stay. It’s why I had to leave!’ ‘Why, Atton, so you wouldn’t have to get close to anybody? How selfish can you be, Atton?’ ‘You want to talk about selfish, Mira?’ he shouted back, walking up to her. ‘Let’s talk about selfish. You remember him as clearly as I do, don’t you? You remember all the sacrifices he made for us, to train us, even while there were Sith assassins waiting for him around every turn? You remember how much he cared for us, our future,. Six foot tall. Short, neatly kept brown hair. Dashing brown eyes. So very handsome. He briskly passed by me, but not before reaching out to given my nipple a tweak. There was something I had not mentioned. I was completely naked, my entire body exposed for Alan to see. I used to wear at least some clothes while I was around the house like a proper grown woman, but after that strange thing that my son did to me when he came home, I just did not want to dress myself while I’m in the house. I.