But not my weed, thankfully. I'm not a barbarian.Equally as depressing my sex drive had vanished like eggs from grocery shelves. The strict but necess...ry social distancing guidelines made personal interaction as difficult as the Sunday Times crossword. That left my old friend masturbation. But even it had lost its allure after the eighth or ninth time daily. Not to mention the emotional turmoil of not being able to work. My disposable income had become just 'disposable.' I would spend days. The doorbell started to ring. Danni didn't react at first."Danni, the door," Rachel rasped.Danni got out to open the front door.The paramedic took a cursory glance at Rachel's injured ankle, kneeled before her and deftly put her leg in a splint. Leaning on the wall, Danni was observing curiously."I will be back in a couple of hours. There is a fried chicken in the fridge. If you prefer, you can make sandwiches. And don't watch too much TV," Rachel said."OK, mum. Don't you want me to come with. She invited me and went to bathroom for changing dresses. She came out with old salwar and asked me to come to her bed room to show her wardrobe. I went and got shocked by seeing all stuffs. She showed and told me that her mom had shopped this for her. I found 3 hot pants which were very small and would hardly cover her thighs and 2 crop tops and two normal tops. I asked her to start showing how she looks on this.She went to bath room and changed to a light pink hot pant and a blue crop top.. I was panicking. She should just go to sleep or something.I tried to pull back, but she hung onto me like I was a bad dog. I tried to take control, but she tightened my leash and held me down. It wasn’t supposed to be like this! Pa said.“Who are you and why are you here? Go away!”She was talking to me! She knew I was here! I could feel my heart in my throat. I could see the wrinkles in my forehead. There were tears leaking out of my ... her ... our eyes.Don’t be scared. I don’t know if I was.