.. It was the woman in the twinkly top that caught his attention at first. It was a black top with the front littered with myriads of tiny sequins wov...en into the weave. She dazzled as she crossed his path as he walked towards the counter to put in his usual order for a pot of breakfast tea for one and a toasted tea-cake with butter.The twinkly top woman was blond, not the platinum kind but more like autumn corn. She was autumn herself, too, with fair brown eye brows and lashes, laughter lines. How could this be true? How could this have been done to me? I didn’t know what to think or how to feel. I felt low and dirty and naive and stupid. “I’m so sorry,” she again said so softly. We sat there quietly for some time. I cried now and then and didn’t want to think about it but couldn’t stop thinking about it. “Maybe it was Billy,” I said, “he gave me the drink.” “I don’t think so,” she replied. Again we sat there in silence. I wanted to believe it was anyone other then my. Shefollowed it to the center where she finally met up with her Master who was standing there waiting for her.He motioned her to stand before him. He looked directly into her eyes.The effect on Nancy was hypnotic. She had studied his eyes in thepictures he had sent her. She knew they were powerful but not like this. The essence of her soul was wide open to him. Her surrender was alreadycomplete. She was his.He reached down to unbutton her long overcoat, letting it drop to theground. Nancy stood. She told me that the session would be just once and anonymous.I reached the said location at Banashankari around 11 in the night. The street was lonely, and Nandini’s house was an independent duplex house. As per the plan, I jumped the short front gate and entered the main door, which was kept open by Nandini.My heart was racing fast, scared and excited (sneaking sex). I climbed the steps in the hall noiselessly to the first floor. I walked to the second room on the first floor and peeked.