************ “What’s new Mrs. Crane?” Shane, her gay hair dresser asked Shirley with a naughty effeminate, curious look on his face. “What do ...ou mean what’s new Shane?” Shirley asked trying desperately to keep a straight face. “Oh come off it Mrs. C, who is he or she?” he asked as he paused in the process of washing her hair. He feigned impatience with her ineffectual attempt at cluelessness… and then continued, “you walked in here with a smile on your face that could light up a city block at. We celebrated till 8 and I became part of her family by organizing this birthday party and we exchanged our numbers on that day …. Day by day we became close to each other we chat about cinemas ,gossips about neighbours. One day we chatted like always and next day is her birthday she usually sleep at 10pm I asked her to stay awake till 12 to wish her first and I said I will give company by chatting and I also ordered ice cream cake for her and kept in my fridge to my luck my roomies were went. Sometimes she even got angry at him for even meeting her at all. It was so beautiful, yet so cruel. She can never have him. He had an effect on her like no other. When he spoke, she wanted to obey his every command. When he wanted her, she desperately wanted to be right there with him, pleasing his every need and when she hurt him, or herself, she wanted every ounce of his painful, yet healing correction. She wanted all of him. She wanted to feel his hurt, his anger, his frustrations, his. I stared into her eyes until she silenced. A half-hour later as the crop caressed her clitoris, she came screaming my name. —— ‘People are talking,’ Michael said as he led me through the frat house. ‘The Taus that are staying over the summer are finding the situation fucking funny.’ I raised an eyebrow as I turned towards him. The work on the house had gone well. It would definitely be finished by the end of the summer. I was pleased: money did make a difference when you wanted things finished.