I had wanted to say this in a private setting to Lisa, but I see nowthat cannot happen. There is no privacy any more.I did not have a good time tonig...t. In fact, this was the worst night ofmy life. For many years, I have wanted to have a chance to dress up andgo out as a woman for one night. I kept telling myself, 'What are youthinking, Mark? That's perverse. That's not fair to Lisa. She doesn'twant to be married to a cross-dresser.' And, I hid my desires.Until a few weeks ago. I felt. We complete the interview, Polly takes my photograph which will accompany the article. As the formalities are over I ask her if she would like something stronger than tea, she looks at her watch, it’s after 4 pm.“Why not, it’s never too early for a drink is it?”I open a bottle of red wine and pour out two glasses, we have a general chat about her career as a young journalist and her hopes for the future. She is an ambitious girl, telling me that she is only using the Herald as a stepping stone,. Me:- app ko dekh kr toh sabhi naughty ho jata haRekha:- kyu mujh mai aisa kya haMe:- Maine ka Soch lo bta du kyaRekha:- Bhabhi na kaha ha btaMe:- aap ka boobs jo hamesha tight rehta ha aur aap Ki mast chal ka jo deewana hu maiRekha:- itna acha lgta ha tujhe yeh. Mujhe pta ha tu mera boobs ko roj dekhta rehta haMe:- Maine Ahan bol diya. jab Bhabhi chalti thi toh unki salwar piche sa ek dam tight ho jati thiRekha:- toh kal dekh laina mera boobsMe:- Mai shock Ho gya. Maine kaha sachi bhabhi. Mera. She knew where the shop was and she decided to take the shortcut through a few shady alleyways. She reckoned it would save her a five minutes’ walk in her 4 inch high heels which were starting to annoy her muscles.With a sturdy tempo she walked towards the narrow street and as soon as she turned the corner the outside rim of her view turned bright red accompanied with large letters “DANGER!“Then she recognized several of the postures of the men who were walking towards her: they were the gang.