Written on it in ballpoint pen were the words, “Bad little girls get punished, but...” Her head whipped up and she darted her glance into every c...rner of the library. No. But how could he have... Where was he? Her mind was in turmoil as she turned the paper over. In the same writing, it continued: “...good slaves are rewarded.” What in the world...It was just at that moment that she felt a hand gently grasp her ankle.She didn’t quite jump out of her seat, although she might have had her. I began stroking in the shower, fragments clouded my mind, her yoga pants, her perfume from the first night, feeling her breast and playing with the nipple, her trimmed and soft bush on my hand. My fingers inside of her, nipping my ear lope before kissing me, her ponytail in the gym. I stroked harder and faster with each fragment my mind conjured on me. I was throbbing in my hand with each stroke. I tried to reenact her hand job motions but couldn't seem to master it. It required a woman's. I want you.”“What will you tell your husband on working the holidays?”“I’ll tell the teachers didn’t go to Kerala. He will believe this and he will go to the cotton company as usual. He gets only one day as holiday. He won’t know anything.”Okay! I’ll tell my friends I won’t be coming to Kerala when school closes. I’ll inform my parents too.”After the half yearly examination school closed. My friends went home. After seeing them off, I came back. Kanakamma had already left. I started to evaluate. This is the story of , kamal, me, who works with a private company , earns less to lead a comfortable life, though my family was planning for my marriage was finding it difficult to get a girl, due to my job and my personality, life was becoming hard, as I was nearing 30 years of age and still not getting married.After long time, there was a girl called vishaka, who my family met through a common friend, and my marriage was set, let me describe my would be wife, she was really sexy women with.