She quietly sits beside me on my bench. Doesn't look at me. Just sits there a minute. Then: "She's amazing, isn't she?" she asks without prologue. "I'...m sorry?" "That girl on the lawn. You were fantasizing about her again." "I... what?" "Fantasizing." I pause, stare at her, taken aback. "Was it that obvious?" "Your breathing gives it away. Not to mention your breasts." She grins, and she opens her pad to show me today's drawing. The blonde is there, lying on the grass. Half nude. The cashmere is. They are everywhere. Luckily we have fly-net´s over our beds so we can sleep without them. Local people, they don´t give any attention of them. They crawl on their faces and nobody shoo´s them away.Now after four months I start to get used with them.There´s two types of them. Gray houseflies which are bigger-ones and slower and tinier brown-colored sandflies. There is more of them and they are quicker, most eager and they don´t care if you want to shoo them away. They are everywhere.Here is. So she said,” Ok aap apne room mein so jaiye, mein oos room mein so jaati hoon. So I said ok and wished her a “good night”. Then I turned around and asked her,”baad mein darr laga to?” She replied with a smile again,”to mein aap ke paas aakar so jaaongi”. This time I also replied with a smile and went to my room. As I told you I was feeling horny and then because of Neela I was not in my control so I was about to start masturbation. I unbuttoned my “kurta” and when I was about to take my dick. She'd write her note and the she'd kiss on it to make the lovely impression of her beautiful thick well shaped lips! Well what a way to send greetings right?If you're reading this till now I know that you'd be wondering about the most obvious - the physical part aka the sexual. I hate to mention it here. I consider it as being disrespectful to her, her friendship and her trust even though I'm not mentioning any of her personal identity. Well, all I can say is that I got to learn a lot from her.