"There's that ancient nursery rhyme and she sang the first bit."When I was just a little boy...I liked girl-stuff. When I grew up abit I got into foo...tball and cast aside girlish things. But then I gotinto girl-stuff again, more and more. Dad noticed, thought I wasprobably gay but didn't say anything. Then my sister caught me fullydressed in her stuff and beat the crap out of me." That's horrible." What? Don't be silly, hyperbole remember? What I got was "don't,slap, poke around in my. Who was I fooling?But lots of other people do. At least thirty replies, all thinking I was writing about them. All being dead wrong.And then there was Elaine. She didn’t think I was writing for her. She just liked what I wrote, and she said so.I wrote back and thanked her, and that was the beginning of a good dozen or so email exchanges. Which then led to exchanging cellphone numbers with a view just to chatting. Nothing more contemplated. Nothing more desired.A week after the chats began, I. “Hi. I am Indu, nice to meet you”Indu was a masterpiece, she had long brown hair, big brown eyes, perfect skin and a smile that seemed to light up her face, she was slender and about five-four; just the perfect height and weight ratio. I couldn’t help but stare at her melons.“Do you stay alone?” I asked, she replied “Oh, I stay with my family, my husband is out of town for a few weeks on business and I couldn’t accompany him because of Ishaan’s (her child) nursery school”, that’s when I. He therefore went straight home, intending not even to step outside his front door until the Goddess contacted him. If he ran out of food, he would order it in. He called into his office when he got home (it was late on a Friday) explaining that he had missed work due to illness, and he told his secretary to cancel his next few court appearances, just in case. He was prepared to cancel all his appearances, indeed, to quit the firm and be disbarred rather than to risk displeasing the Goddess..