She let her hair down from the neat hair tie and grabbed her saree near her crotch even before entering the washroom.Beena went in and inside a bathro...m stall without locking the main washroom door. I sneakily entered the washroom and heard Beena bolting her door. I thought of entering the stall next to hers but I had to rush out before she finishes whatever she was about to do.The bathrooms stalls were roofless but the whole washroom was a giant room on the first floor. I heard a trickling. We weren’t completely concealed, of course; anyone walking through the alley connected to the one in which we were standing had only to look in our direction. Which was why I’d chosen it. When we finally stopped in that windowless alley she said nothing, just looked as if she wanted to spit in my face. I turned her around so that her back was to the alley’s entrance—that way she would be unable to tell if anyone was passing by—and the sun was in her face. I stood in front of her, close, then. Smith had one final obstacle to overcome, John’s shields were still raised, unless… Extending his hand downward and looking lovingly into her eyes John took April’s hand, and pulled her to her feet. The dildo wiggled back and forth for a moment then it vanished just before John pulled her into the safety of his embrace. He pulled her close and lightly stroked her face before leaning down to kiss her lips. ‘Shields down,’ Dr. Smith said. John didn’t notice it wasn’t his command to lower his. It wasn't important. She should stop caring if anyone saw her cry. If you acted like it was normal, everyone around you would accept it as normal. She had learned that a very long time ago.She had the strangest feeling that Brandon loved her for her crying.His arms encircled her, trying to draw her close, and she backed away. "No— No— Not yet, Brandon, not yet. I don't— I'm not finished." The skin between her breasts itched. She had not worn the engagement ring Brandon bought her since she went.