The scenariohe was certain that he had lived was only truly magical to one person,him, and only he maintained the adult perspective that it wasimpossi...le.He spent the day in work arming himself in case the event should happenagain. He was no therapist, but knew many, some of whom used playtherapy, dolls and toys, as a way of trying to get into the mind of thechild, and gently bringing out the suppressed issues in an unthreateningenvironment. Some sat back and watched. Some directed the play.. Is that your new thing?”“God, I hope not.”He rolled his eyes adding to his departure, “Lord, you girls don’t know how good you have it.”She wanted to tear up the letter and burn it, but knowing he was nearby left her feeling especially fearful to defy him. He could be anywhere, he could be watching her right now. She took a breath to steady herself and opened the letter:The card is for tonight, feel free to go shopping for a nice dress, my treat.Then you’ll get your first gift.Enjoy yourself,. Every now and then he would look at my boobs and to which I did not pay much attention after all I enjoy teasing males.After sometime, Disha wanted to sleep. I saw that she took out some pills and after having them she covered herself in a blanket and dozed off. The son was on window seat enjoying the view outside.Now it’s only me and Shyam sitting and we were watching some videos and talking in general and enjoying the banana chips. I got to know from Shyam that his wife had some sleeping. One was body hair; i always kept myself devoid of anyhair but the pubic region. Another was my eyebrows. I simply hatedbushiness above my eyes, so I kept them thinned but not too shaped.Tonight, they would have to be shaped once again.I painstakingly applied my makeup, making sure my lips were as kissableas possible while minimizing any chance of smudging. I was careful notto over-do my eyes while still keeping them sensual and alluring. Forthe night, glue-on nails would have to suffice. It had.