She was trembling. Taking her into his arms, now he could feel the trembling throughout her body.“What’s wrong, my darling?” he asked. “Why ar... you shaking like this?”The poor woman couldn’t even speak. All she could do was slowly shake her head from side to side.Then he said, “And my name is Steve, or ‘Hey, you’, or ... But you get the idea. I am not your master, and I am not Sir Steven. Okay?”Instead of replying, she held him close and whispered, “I adore you, Steven Sloan. That’s why I’m. She told me that she was going to the market to get some materials and told me to go top her room and study..i and sir went to room..there i saw my mothers wet bra..i noticed sir looking at the bra..i wanted to see what he would do with the bra so i went out telling dat i wanted to go to the toilet/..a soon as i went out i saw sir taking d panty in his hand and smelling it..sudden lyi enterred the room..sir saw me and was shocked..he told me that he was sorry..but i told him that i didnt. He completely destroyed the entryway, shattering glass and splintering wood all about. Lyle stepped back and surveyed the damage. "Hello?" came a voice from inside. Lyle jumped back a mile. He was completely surprised to hear someone inside the house. He started to backpedal. "Come back!" Lyle started to run. "I know who you are, Lyle Holland, I know where you live and the car you drive," said the voice inside the house as Lyle fled the scene. "And I'll turn you in the. But Nisha acted normally, she opened Google and started surfing. But Harsh was still shocked. He couldn’t move a single nerve, he was quiet with his face down and Nisha was enjoying the situation internally. Little did the boy new, the girl wasn’t as innocent as she seemed.Soon Nisha’s task was over she closed the browser and switched off the PC and left with a thanking note. Poor Harsh could barely reply or face Nisha.For a day he was frightened that Nisha might complain about it to his.