After sometime i went into the kitchen to wash the dishes and as I do Hussain follows me and as I washed the dishes he starts kissing me from behind, ...my neck my cheek, slowly biting. I moan but asked him to stop as Imran may hear. He doesnt stop and from behind me he begins to push his waist towards me, his cock is hard and i feel it on my bum. I continue to wash and ask him to stop…he says Imran wont come, please lets go to my room. I say no but as I finish washing the dishes he grabs my hand. . Saaso se uske boobs abhi bhi upar niche ho rahe the.. Mene socha ki ab use apni baho me le leta hu.. Fir he uske reaction ka pata chalega.. Itna sab ho jaane ke baad mere me utna karnke himat to thi he.. But waisa karne se pehle se he wo uth chuki thi aur apni saree pehen rahi thi..Me bhi uthkar apne kapde pehen ne laga.. Poti ke aane ka waqt ho chuka tha isiliye..Me apne kapde pehente pehente usse dekh raha tha par usne mere pas nahi dekha aur fir poti ko lene chali gayi.. Uske baad uss din. No matter what happened I had seven years before anything became irreversible and I didn't plan to follow this path for more than a couple of days at a time at most. After a couple of months I had made the change so often that I almost had the story memorized. And so things went until that fateful day when I came home after a date with Tom and went up to my room to retrieve my story and head for the wood stove. The paper was gone. I searched everywhere. I looked in places that I knew it. I could be called Fran, I thought, butit was far from what I had expected. The date of birth made me 22, nearly23. The address was a flat in a block I usually passed on my way to work.I looked out of the window and recognised other buildings nearby. Whatwas my work now? Was I single? There were two bunches of keys in thebag, one with a Volkswagen fob, must be flat and car, and the other hadthree ordinary Yale keys, a strange security key and an electronic passfob. A shop? A bank? I went back.