To me, that was an indication of approval, and I thought no more about it.We were about half-way home when the trouble started. The driver was shot, b...t the flying machine did not crash. Instead, it settled to the ground, but it was not going anywhere until someone took over the job of driving. I was not a good choice because I had not yet taken the time to learn how to operate the machine. All I knew was that the driver had to wear the circlet in order to issue commands to the flying. He has to travel every day between morning and evening to an industrial estate near Ayuthaya. Kavitha also told me that her husband preferred her to stay in Bangkok city, as she could at least visit some shopping malls. I told her that it is a good decision taken. After a few minutes of casual chat, I asked her about her place of stay and that if I could meet. She told me all without any hesitation. I reached her in 30 minutes and man, I found a stunning south Indian female there. Though not. My chest hair had been shaved off and I waswearing a white bra and I had false breasts stuck to my chest but theylooked real.Then I noticed that I had bright cherry red nail polish on my fingers andat about the same time as I realised this I felt some sort of ribbonaround my neck. I could only imagine that it matched my maid's uniform.As I was looking down at my chest I also noticed I was wearing a blondewig. I looked down at my toes. Yes I had the same cherry red nail polishon them too. "Yes, you want to fuck him and you want me to be okay with it. That's the bottom line, or did I miss something in the translation?" I said."Well..." Yes, or no?" I said."Neither," she said. "I don't expect you to be okay with it. Of course I don't, not in absolute terms. But, I would hope that you might be willing to give me the gift of your understanding, and to allow, maybe grudgingly allow, me to have this little bit on the side." I started laughing. Well, it was funny. She was freakin'.