I could see her from the mirror from where she could not see me. We spent the fortnight happily at Goa. I made it a habit of hugging and kissing whene...er I wanted. Mom didn’t oppose it.So I use to hug her and kiss her on her cheeks very often. We returned to Bangalore spending a fortnight at Goa. Days passed. It became common for me to hug my mom and kiss her. I used to kiss her in the morning when I was about to go to college.Hug her when I returned from the college. Now a day mom uses to buy. Julie knew how men looked at her, she knew what they all thought of when near her, what they wanted.What was she going to do, all she could do was hope it didn’t go that far … it wasn’t even her fault, she didn’t cheat on her husband, she was raped by the blacksmith and now she was being blackmailed for being raped … if she had only told her husband what had happened, “why didn’t she?” she thought, now it was too late and she was trapped.Julie was deep in thought, contemplating her fate,. “Saw a lot of jock jizz and girlie juice that night.”“Precisely,” Olive replied. “And if I recall correctly, that’s when you met Mr. Twinkie.”“Ah, yes. The big guy was sitting in the front row,” Debbie said, recalling the event with a glint of nostalgia.“He looked dashing in his bright red suit. I fired one from puss to Pepsi, off his bushy beard and into his drink. Nick introduced me to Mr. Twinkie that night too. We fucked in the sleigh over Budapest. It was such a beautiful night. Tell me,. .doing my best to give a sexy show for him. After 10 minutes or so of this his coworkers joined him in the parking lot and they were leaving...the first guy pointed me out to his friends and they started hooting and hollering "Hey Sexy" and "check out the slut" and then "It's a faggot!" "She's a He" and much laughter. I went back in disappointed. My illusion had failed. They were making fun of me. I closed the balcony door and curtains, then turned on the tv to pass the rest of the evening.A.
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