?No need to give the gentleman garment tags Miss Watson, I?m attending tohim,? she said officiously.Karen Grayson, according to her nametag, was refer...ing to the securitytags that were issued to customers at the fitting rooms, one for eachgarment, to prevent shoplifting.?This way sir,? she guided my trolley to the far end cubicle.Karen guided me inside the cubicle and handed me the black cocktaildress.?One at a time sir, I?ll pass them over to you,? she smiled at me andpulled the door closed.It. We had a lot of exchanges on the topics of sex also. We gradually became aware of the physical desires of each other. But here it may again be emphasized that we were totally ignorant of each other’s real identity. But here came the real twist in this never ending talk.Recently about six months back I had an official tour to Mumbai for 6 days. In my correspondences with the lady, Silu, I informed her about my impending journey and that I shall not be available for answering her mails for about. This school had produced some of the most succesful dancers in the world, with many alumni now dancing in Moscow and St. Petersburg, but also all over the globe. Of course, no one ever spoke about those who had failed to excel within the harsh environment of this school, the failures who had been broken by the teachers and could consider themselves lucky if they got to dance at a strip-club after dropping out.Kara had always been one of the most promising young dancers, rising up to the demands. ’ She flashed me a million dollar smile. ‘Thank you Sam, that was sweet of you to say.’ ‘You’re welcome.’ I closed the door and took her by the arm leading her to a table and held out a chair for her to sit, then sat next to her rather then across from her. ‘We can sit here and talk.’ Her blonde curls brushed the collar of her red form fitting blouse that was tucked inside a knee length black skirt. She wore nylons and heels. I had noticed that she always dressed like a lady and it suited her.