Well, one thing led to another and before long, we were creating our own 'Vagina Dialogues', which was fun for a while, though Alison Cracknell does l...ke to hog the spotlight (it's a torch). Then someone had a brainwave (though I don't want to take any of the credit really, because it's all in the day-to-day of being unbelievably amazing) and that someone suggested that maybe our assorted vaginas might, with a little dress up, come as characters.Just last week, we did doctors. Bunty Bellwether. Helen stiffens, waits. Then at last hears the door swing open."Hello?" English, home counties, educated. She wishes he hadn't spoken. The instructions were not to speak. The concierge should have made that clear. She hears his breath catch. He's seen her. Another pause, as if weighing up the situation, coming to a decision, then the door snicking shut and a second or so later a hand on her arse cheek. The fingers are broad, strong. The skin warm and smooth. They sweep down, around to the inside. Hence, I stood up and told her that I am willing to go with her. I watched both Kavitha and Savitha getting disappointed slightly that I am letting an opportunity to go; they obviously did not understand my big plans. After a few minutes, I was walking along side my aunt, Sarita towards the Canteen Stores Department. “I know you are relieved that I am coming with you,” I told my aunt with a cunning smile.“Yes, I am,” She replied. “I don’t want to leave my kids at home when a naughty boy like. Stella leaned back in her chair sighing and hoped the next one would be better. She wished her assistant hadn’t left. Ahh her former personal assistant, Lynn, she always entertained Stella, always at her side, always willing to please, and her ex-assistant pleased her, very much. Now with out her, she counted to herself to calm herself and looked in the mirror she hid in her liquor cabinet. “You need to find someone else to do these interviews, girl.” The mirror recited the mantra back.