I can feel my anger building. The job is almost complete when I slip and drop one of the boxes. “You idiot!” You scream. “You are going to pa... for anything you broke.” That is the last straw. Moving towards you I say. “I have had all that I am going to take from you, you bitch.” I stop with my face inches from yours. If you were a man I would belt you right now. Instead I stop and glare. A look of fright comes over you for an instant. As I look into your eyes I begin to recognize some. She gave a naughty smile and asked me whether it was too hot. I nodded obediently. She said that it was okay and I would feel better once I paid a visit to the bathroom. Then I thought – “so this bitch knew it all! The time and she had done everything purposefully.” but I still lacked the courage to make an indecent move. She was still sitting in her black bra and pink petticoat. She told me, ” even I am feeling very hot” and saying this adjusted her petticoat below her navel. I was now in the. How this makes me feel inside I can't explain,all I can say is at last I feel I have found who I am and where Ibelong.We have sat and gossiped for nearly 3 hours and are all now standing,affectionately embracing and air kissing one other as we prepare toleave Karens fabulous home. Wendy and I walk down the paved drivetowards the car, heels clicking in unison as we casually chat about themornings conversations. I slide into the passenger seat and smooth myskirt under me as Wendy gracefully slips. My sole attempt was to bring her to a win-win situation. Now my visit to her house increased to almost every day. She started to be very free and open to me in all matters.At this point, I offered myself to her fully and we started to move on my bike in the city for passing time and for pleasure also.I wanted to distract her attention from the taboos about conduct and character to be maintained for the sake of society. I also succeeded a lot to change her attitude within two/three months.