I think I must have blacked out because the next thing I knew Dr McCoywas at my side, firing an anti-paralytic into my arm while his colleagueMr Scott... unstrapped me from the device. They helped me to my feet andheld my arms as I stood unsteadily on my five inch heels."Do you know who you are?" asked Dr McCoy."Of course I do," I said, "I'm Janice Lester." And how do you feel?" I have a killer headache, though that's fading now." Only to be expected in the circumstances. Is there anything. I had never been so glad to see Graydonlooming above me, looking down angrily at my seated self. I also feltguilty about what was about to come. Even Graydon didn't deservesnailhood, or bimbohood, or whatever teenage-wet-dream he was about to beconjured into."Berty, you know better than to sit down at a guest's table! Sir, I'mafraid we need our waitress on the floor. Can we fix whatever's wrong?" Oh, I think so," the "guest" said. With a snap of his fingers Graydon...... turned inside. (not know weather it’s true)Thanks to the PG person who made it possible by providing transparent glass for my room window and bathroom ventilator. So the aunty used to keep an eye into my room where she comes up to terrace for any work , which I initially hated. Later I got used to it.Normally I leave to office by 9:30 and reach back by 6:45 in eve as soon as I come I remove all my dress and wear just a boxer and a light t-shirt and put on my cigarette. That’s the time when aunty comes from. Ankneela guessed she had trained her whole life for this. But what was “this”? Her hands stroked Ankneela’s buttocks for a while, gentle and bird-like, before slipping between her thighs. Ankneela’s mind reeled in confusion. No one had ever touched her like this before - the men of her tribe were rough and business-like in their coupling. Love between women was whispered of but strictly forbidden. Yet the acolyte’s fingers were so wonderfully sensual that Ankneela felt herself growing wet. The.