It could be his voice, the timbre of a man's voice as he says something commonplace, perhaps in a business meeting. The way the sound shapes in his th...roat will find a way between my legs and make my toes curl in desire. I want to possess the men I see, to seize them where they stand and remove whatever they wear while everyone else watches. It's as if I have forgotten what is underneath the suits and t shirts. It's like I have had my permission to look on them revoked. At the same time, there. One day Mr. and Mrs. Mirchandani had to visit their native place to attend a wedding of a close relative as the board exams were approaching the kids were kept under the care of ‘Jona. This sounded like an adventure to Sameera who jumped up with joy when she learned that parents were going for 7 days. The evening the parents left ‘Jona’ moved in on temporary bases for 7 days, she took the guest room, were she left her luggage and started towards the kitchen to resume her chores. It was half. .I don't know how to talk to you about this." "Fi, you can talk to me about anything. My eyes rolled involuntarily, seemingly controlled by the little voice of reason in my head I never listened to. I kept trying to win her over though. "I know, Will." She paused, with a squeeze of my arm. Then she swallowed. "It's just...it's...about sex." I swallowed myself. I hunkered down with a deep sigh, then coaxed Fiona into talking to me about what had happened. It was part of the nice guy job. The handle turns, and the door swings wide open. Looking up, you stare in confusion at the person on the other side.Standing in the doorway is a tall, slim, blonde girl with curly, shoulder-length hair. She is wearing a yellow singlet and a pair of denim shorts. She has stunning facial features, and you find yourself staring at her for a moment before breaking out of your reverie."Uh... this must be the wrong room," you stammer, staring at the piece of paper in your hand. "Sorry to bother you.".