Our prayers were left unanswered. In the beginning of the fourth and last semester, we felt sure that our instructor would not advance her. Her langua...e skills were worse than the last and it got to the point where she did not know how to say the simplest greeting, something we learned way back in the first semester. Her utter stupidity was not enough to annoy us. If it was just her stupidity she brought to class, we could have easily ignored her. While she never contributed in class with her. That was it. The urge to dress was back, stronger than it had ever been. I still did not tell my wife. She did notice that things had been disturbed in the wardrobe, and I told her I had been looking for something, which was actually true.I started painting my nails. Toes only at first, and then fingers over the weekend, removing the evidence before going to work on Monday. At this time I was in a different job and working days regular. I had my ears pierced twice ,and grew my hair longer. I. RONAK SHINDEThis is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actualpersons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holdsexclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.All the characters and incidents in this story are imaginary,resemblance to any person dead or alive is purely coincidental. Theauthor doesn't intend to outrage, insult, wound or hurt any religion orthe religious sentiments, beliefs or feelings of any person(s) or classor. With spring here, that also gave us some other opportunities that we had not been able to use in winter. This was going to be great.We started the night before. At just after midnight on Thursday, Dave called Dawn’s cell phone. She was asleep, so when she answered, it took her a minute to understand what was happening. He asked her, “Dawn, do you know who this is?” She replied, “Yes, sir.” He asked, “Do you remember your promise to come to me when I called?” Again, “Yes, sir.” Time to.