I curtsied. It musthave looked funny in my man clothes. "I do have to go to my apartment. My sister is waiting." Oh good. I will accompany you. I ...ant to talk to her," I followedCatherine out and up to my apartment. Margaret was waiting and Iintroduced her to Catherine."So nice to meet you, my dear," Catherine said to Margaret."Nice to meet you as well," Margaret replied. We talked of my acceptingand we made preparations."Margaret, can you bring your former lady-in-waiting's clothes to. > Books and tracts by Rockwell, Goering, Dixon, Rosenberg, Lovecraft.> “The International Jew”.> Another copy of “Vigilantes”.There was also an embroidery in a plain black frame hanging above one of the bookcases. A single word in a red chain stitch — SITE*R — was centered on the cloth. With an asterisk between the last two letters.Jesse pointed, “What’s that?”“I had to look it up; it’s a musical instrument, like a zither.”Jessie, “Shouldn’t it be sitar?”“Maybe, that’s Indian. Subcontinent. A. Coming to the story.My parents and my brother had to move to Delhi due to my dad’s work-related issues but I insisted on staying back in Mumbai. I joined for MBA and spent one year in the college hostel itself. That year was below average for me because I hardly made any friends and rarely anyone spoke to me. Guys never used to acknowledge my existence. Even in my hostel, life sucked. Being alone in a small shabby room questions your existence. Even porn wasn’t helping. It was just a put-off. Not because it hurt now but because I wanted it to last longer than 30 seconds. We carried on like that for a few minutes and he said ok its time for me to take over. Lay on your back and hand me your ankles. I done as he asked and he assumed this position between my legs. He found his mark and slowly entered me. He wasn’t brutal this time but he did burry himself all the way in. he stay there only a second before pulling all the way out. He repeated this for several minutes and then.