Let the past die. Now was the time to look forward.I undid the belt and opened the car door. I glanced up at the dark grey concrete ceiling and wonder...d if she was already here. No doubt she had set off early because of the weather like she had done the other day when we had our first proper introduction. Maybe she was in the canteen with her friends from the pool right now and was the center of attention. Maybe they were asking her all those awkward questions and wanting to know what went on. He was probably still asleep because of the booze and the hangover from last night. I looked inside his wallet. it was full of cash and his credit cards . so I decided to pay him a visit at his house and drop his wallet there.I got inside my car and drove to his place. Abhishek and I were friends since we were in 2nd grade. we both were like brothers from other mothers. I reached his house in an hour and rang the bell. the door was opened by his 18-year-old sister. the bell woke her up. she was. The impromptu haircut I'd given myself three days ago hadn't lasted forvery long. In fact, I woke up the next morning with my hair back to itsprevious length. Even after having chopped most of my hair off, it wasdown to my ass again and getting in the way. Mom didn't say anything but Icould tell she was sort of pleased by that since she kept staring at myhair with an envious expression."If I cut it off," I muttered to myself, "it'll probably just grow rightback again..." That made the idea of. ..until just recently that is, when I happened across an advert in a sex magazine that I happened to be reading at the time.“Dominatrix requires young studs who are in need of correction or maternal direction” It proudly proclaimed, sounds like just what I have been looking for I remember thinking to myself at the time as I replied to it. It did not take long for the arranged day to come round. It turned out that that the venue was a plush looking bungalow in the middle of suburbia. I knocked.