‘Well, I believe I know where to begin… yes, indeed I do… When I was younger, I was sent to an all-girls religious boarding school. Of course, t...ere was little to no talk of sexuality, at that time I didn’t know that much about it. But in whispers or in privacy, the other girls had frank and unabashed discussions about sexuality. They described in graphic detail what they had done with boys… or girls. They bragged about how many times they could masturbate in a day. I had done nothing of the. I quickly reacted and got the umbrella right and we entered the lift and were finally back home. The moment we entered the apartment my aunt got a towel and said you are completely wet, dries your hair properly and got a towel. In the same motion she started drying my hair, even before I said. Her sarees part covering her breast had fallen and I could see her cleavage. Actually she was holding my head close to her bosom. I was enjoying, so was she I knew. She went to my room, which she usually. I asked what happened she said nothing, I have soaked your shirt in detergent in half an hour the tea stain will be gone, I said half an hour is very long, what if your parents come and see me like this. She said no one will come until 7 pm. I said ok.She was still looking at my chest. I asked her again what are you looking at, she smiled and nodded her head saying nothing.Well, her hand was still red because of that hot tea. I said Anuji please apply something on the burn or else it will pain,. “It’s not a silly idea at all,” said Kasia, “Besides, I want to wear this dress to the barbecue this evening. Come on, it will only take a couple of minutes.” I mumbled an “OK”, took off my shirt, let her slip the dress over my head, and pushed my arms though the sleeves. Kasia adjusted the dress, tugging at the collar and sleeves, the waist, and finally the hem of the skirt. “You’ll have to take your jeans off,” Kasia declared after she’d finished arranging various parts of the dress material,.