I had a couple hours before I had to get to work. "Excuse me. Time's up." Oh. Oh, of course, Seto. You take care, ok? Maybe we'll see you around." Yea.... Maybe." I smiled and hoped not. "Hey, Mokuba!" I yelled. "We gotta roll!"There were the typical kid groans, but two or three minutes later, Mo was waving goodbye and running to my side. "Can we come back next week, big bro? Please?"I laughed. "We'll see, Mo." I ruffled his hair. "Come on; I still gotta clean up before I head to work." Are you. “…is our sexual studies, we need to get them well mastered for our exams coming up.”My brain just screamed that this has to be a dream or some kind of bazaar joke before I would wind up being executed by my or her parents. I just pictured my father in a judge’s robe, gavel coming down ‘now you shall be shot dead for daring to kiss a girl…’This just had to be a joke.“Please don’t tease me, this is a joke right? I mean it has to be a joke?”“No, this is certainly not a joke; we need to get our. Alan is just a man. A very impressive and virile man, sure, but still just a man. Rainbows don't shine all over his ass. I have to play it cool - cool as glacier ice. Nobody's interested in someone who's too eager or too clingy. I have to be NORMAL. I can't let my submissive fantasies and desires run wild; everyone will think I'm weird! And maybe there is something wrong with me ... No, I have to keep cool, act normal, even play a little hard to get if I can.Hell, I'm a very impressive woman in. Why do you think I returned to India? I was insulted, disdained, and treated as a nobody because of my skin colour. Not because I spoke different to them, as I do not, nor because I could not understand their politics, or their sport, or their literature, which I do, but solely because of my darker skin. If you ever went to ‘Blighty’ the English would laugh at your accent, how you dress, and what you eat. Anything and everything about you would make the English laugh, because the English think.