One Saturday, when her parents were out, I went through her whole wardrobe of clothes, talk about boring. The sexiest clothes she owned were T-shirts ...and Jeans. I selected all those clothes that I thought could be salvaged and we took them back to my flat. There under my direction, and using my mum's old sewing machine, she started to modify them by making the skirts shorter and tops lower. Two months into our relationship and things were working out fine; my next assignment was to get her to. "Eoric had sent a subtle mental projection with the name Eoric to her, hoping she would accept that the name had come to her naturally."I know, I'll call him Eoric. But listen to me, one second I'm chiding myself for thinking romantically about a ghost and the next I am like a little girl again, thinking up a name for my imaginary friend. His hands are so gentle with me though and they feel so good. Stop it, Sarah! Get a grip of yourself, get your head out of the clouds and get your feet firmly. To unho ne kaha aage kuch nahi kiya? Meine pucha aage matlab? To wo boli mere puchne ka matlab na samaj sako itne tum chhote bhi nahi ho. To main sarma gaya. Phir mene kaha aage badhne ka chance hi nahi mila to kya kare? To wo hasne lagi. Aur achanak se pucha agar chance mil jaye to kya karoge? Muje kuch samaj nahi aaya kya bolu. Itne me chachi mere baju me aake baith gayi. Unka body mere body se touch hone lagi. Mera body thoda thoda shivering karne laga. Utne me chachi ne mera eq haath pakad. "Enjoy the little show, perv?" I tried my best to not sound happy, and it was actually working. Jeremy stayed silent, turned away from me. I moved closer, rubbing up against his cheek. "Okay then Casanova, I think I'm just gonna leave the room now, and you can choose to forget this moment in time, or do whatever the hell it is you do."He stayed silent as I stood from the couch and made my way out of the room, whispering a silent "Yes!" to myself as I made my way back upstairs - Victory! I wish.