Mene jese hi press kiya muje usne tamacha mar diya aur gusse me boli tumhe pata hai tum kya kar rahe ho….aur bhagne lagi…me tumahre bhai ko bata d...ngi tumh kya kar rahe ho…mene hath pakdate huye kaha…jyada natak mat karo….ab sidhe sidhe jo dil me hai bol do….wo hath chhudani ki koshish kar rahi thi…aur boli muje chhod do varna me chillaungi…to mene use kas kar pakad liya aur…..uske hoth ko chumne laga….wo chhatpatane lagi….Karib 2 min.ke bad jab mene use chhoda to muje tamacha mara aur kaha ye. My classmatesalready thought I was a freak. The church and the people in the townalready hated my family. I was an outcast and I didn't want to make itworse.I realize that some reading this might see my feeling of wanting to be agirl as unresolved rage I had for my dad. It is quite possible there issome truth in this thought. All I know is what I thought at the time andthat I couldn't tell anyone.After almost needing to repeat the third grade for a slate full of D'sand F's, I got mostly A's. "Miss Butler, if I may, you were in Kuta during the evening of the terrorist attack, am I right?" Yes, sergeant, you must know that I have already given a statement to both the foreign office and representatives of God knows how many law enforcement agencies. What more could you possibly want to know?" According to our files, you did not return to Australia afterwards, but flew direct to Bangkok the following day." That's right, sergeant, I have already told that to the authorities. What. Herblack hair tumbling over her shoulders made her lookwanton. Oh my God, was she really going to parade infront of a strange man dressed like this?Remembering the robe, which was black silk, sheslipped it on, tied the belt tightly around her slender waistand then, taking a final deep breath, stepped through theconnecting doors.She gasped.The previous rooms had been opulent, but this one putthem in the shade. It was seductively lit and smelt of roses,which were in crystal vases on low glass.