I quickly arranged myself a bit and turned my head so it would look as though I was asleep. I suppose my thighs are bit expose out of my night gown an... my heart suddenly felt like it was going to explode from my chest. Ajay walked down to my room and took a step inside while saying, “Bhabhi, are you awake?” I don’t know what he wanted, but I tried to remain still and peeked through my eyelids a bit and saw that he was just standing there. It probably wasn’t more than a few seconds, but it was. I’d hate to think what kind of expression might have shown on my face. When I started to be able to think a little bit, I started to feel a little angry at her for not having mentioned this tiny detail to me a long time ago. Then I realized my cock had gotten hard to an almost unbearable degree. What little blood had been circulating to my brain had all rerouted lower. I looked across the table at the good-looking guy we were talking about and pictured the two of them together with a degree of. That'sthe funny part.The sweet part is, none of his pain remained. This was who I had becomeand I had good friends and happy people around me and he was happy and hewas happy for me. He walked into my element and saw my life going on andknew I was going to be OK. My parents ended up staying for an hour andhad a glass of wine with us. My Mom dishing with the chicks and my Dadjust chilling with a bunch of hotties. The entire tgirl nation took abig step forward that night. Whatever he. But he had read the stories. Atleast, he wasn't wearing women's clothes. She hadn't said anything abouthim growing breasts. She was just...aggressive in bed. She liked beingon top. She liked giving orders. Was that so wrong?The body hair, for instance. Mistress Cat didn't care for it. So he useddepilatory cream, and he shaved off the patches it didn't get. He didn'tcare. What was he? A bear?What was that? The bell? Mistress Cat had taken to ringing it, like Gabewas some sort of servant. He.