Even a pessimist like herself could not deny that she had a nice, rosy complexion (not too tan or pale) and a cute little button nose. These were all ...positive things that many young girls would die for, but none of them made Penelope smile.Penelope hated smiling.As crazy as it seems, smiling was what lead to her standings in front of the mirror balling her eyes out.Summoning all the courage she could muster, Penelope reached into the back pocket of her skin tight, dark blue riding jeans and. “Stop fidgeting, bitch,” I snapped at her and she quickly became still again. I looked from one to the other slowly.“Time to deal with you two,” I said calmly. I rummaged in my back and found a pair of secateurs that I had brought along especially for the occasion. I motioned for Rose to stand up and handed them to her. I pointed to one of the pollarded willows.“Go and cut me half a dozen good branches. You know what I’m looking for.”She took the secateurs and walked slowly over. Looking though. The question that bothered me was why was she on a dating site and why did she msg me first? When I asked her this, she replied that she was bored alone and wanted some interesting talks, but was scared of speaking to strangers.Time went by and we got closer chatting almost daily. Kanika was from Chennai, settled in Mumbai. We slowly started sharing our likes dislikes etc., then moved on to our sexual preferences and fantasies. I wanted to meet her but she was reluctant. I shared my pic with. He explained that would give me some oxygen to begin with, and that when I had got used to breathing from the mask he would gradually introduce some `laughing gas' a little at a time, and I would gradually become drowsier and drowsier. This, he said, would be a bit like like falling asleep in my own bed. Then when I was very drowsy and not really aware of what was happening, he would give me a new gas called `halothane' that his practice had just started using. That would send me deeply asleep.