When she woke up the next morning, Angel was annoyed. She could finally sleep in, but she woke up at about the same time as she had been. And she coul...n't get back to sleep. Giving up, she got ready to face the day. At least she could dress for comfort, rather than professional image.The one advantage of waking up early was that she got down to the kitchen in time to wish her parents goodbye for the day. She wasn't sure why, but that was more important to her than it used to be.After days of. It wasmy summer vacations and one late morning, after the breakfasts were over , Iwas playing a popular film tune onmy harmonium , and what I see , myQueen , Beena Didi enters my room ..And says…“Are Veenu tu to bada achhaharmonium bajata hay … yeh to mera fvrt gana hai… kahan seekha??”“Nahin Didi , bas aise hihaath mar leta hoon …”“Are kya bol raha hai ..Chal jara sarakmain bhi seekhoongi…tu seekhaiga Na …?”And saying this she sat beside me.It was a God sent opportunity for me.She sat very. To have found the confidence to do something this bold made me feel comfortable in my own body for the first time in a very long time, if ever. It felt as though the two hours flew by as I watched the students become engrossed in their work, intensely studying every aspect of my body as they drew on their canvases. Soon the instructor signaled to me that class was over. Standing, I quickly picked up the robe and put it on, tying it off before exiting the stage.The students where in the process. He was grateful it was empty so he wouldn't need to interact with anyone. He went to the nearest locker, opened it, and stashed his belongings before going back to the gym floor. He had just finished a set at the squat rack when he heard someone else walking around the gym. He looked over and saw a well built black man filling his drink bottle at the bubbler. He was probably 6'4" and heavily muscled. The man finished filling up his drink bottle and walked towards a nearby bench, nodding.