Then suddenly, she stopped. "I'm sorry," she said shyly, and ran a hand through her hair. "I don't know what just happened." "I don't know, ei...her. It was nice, though," I said, still sprawled across the bed with my legs open. "Really?" she asked, with a little giggle "Yeah," I said honestly. "You're a really good kisser, you know." "Thanks," she said, "You're not half bad yourself." "Thank you." I stood up and composed myself. I pulled out my sidekick and, with. Fantasies, he said,are not, in themselves, wrong. He too had a persistent fantasy - though avery different one from mine. Having taken a vow of celibacy, hefantasized what it would be like to live a "normal" life, with a wife achildren, whom he could love, educate, and care for. If I had a daughter,he said, I would hope she would be just like you.We talked some more, and, by whatever means, a symbiosis emerged, oneabout which neither of us had dreamed, but which we obviously both wantedand. Papa ne mujhese pani mangaya main pani le ke aaya phir papa ne mujhe chai banane ko bol diya. Ispe uncle ne tok diya ki kahan bachhe se kaam kara rhe jal gya to, papa ne mujh se puchha ki tum chai bana lete main kaam se bachhne ke liye mana kr diya. Phir papa ne mujhse bola tum baitho main hi banata hoon.Itna keh kar papa kitchen me chale gye..Main unke saamne baiyha to unhone mujhe apne bagal me bulaya.. Jaise hi main unke bagal me gya unhone mera haath apne haath me pakad liya aur dheere. She realized she was in a dangerous situation. "You're supposed to do what I tell you... put the sword down! Now!" Okay," Alexandra smiled and continued her approach. She stopped and looked down at the sword before she smiled up at Rachelle who had climbed Melissa's bed. "I'm sorry, I can't." What are you gonna do?" Rachelle whispered and moved into the farthest corner of the bed.Alexandra pursed her lips. "Let me see." Okay, listen," said Rachelle and stood in the bed. "I think I will leave.