What if, instead of going directly to her bedroom and crying until Kyle arrived home from school, she had remembered what lay in the bathroom wastebas...ket? Would it have made a difference? But feeling as she did about the baby inside of her, would it, could it, have really ended any differently?She remembered fixing dinner and then making the excuse of not feeling well and retreating to the bedroom where she finally fell into a fitful sleep. But her most intense recollection was of what happened. I finished bathing leisurely and dried myself thinking of strange ways to relish her beauty. I missed her blowjob for the whole week (well I will get as many as I want, in some time). I was about to call Shabu and the door bell rang. Think of the devil and it is here. I opened the door and he came in with wine and some energizing pills and I could see raw lust in his eyes. I quickly explained the plan, he wasn’t very happy, but agreed to it (Damn, I’m still the Sultan, he has to agree with me).. Hard,’ he pushed the words out in a rush and waited for the judgment of fate: be it cruel or kind. Selena thought she must have heard him wrong, because she swore that he said he was falling for her. But that was not possible. She was asleep and it was a dream that was the only explanation for it. She stared up at his dark face that was so beloved to her. Above his head twinkled an especially bright star, her reaction was that of a young child, ‘Wish I may, wish might, wish upon the brightest. The company was flying someone over from the US to stayand work with me on the problem over the weekend. On that sunday I got aphone call from Thankamma that she had discovered some sarees and makeupstuff in my bedroom. I realised that this was overlooked in my hurry toget to Mumbai; I told her that I had had a visitor over and the thingsmight be hers. I did not think any more of that; it was the friday thati went back to the village after dinner and all I had changed and was inmy female.