Morgan looked at me. I said, “My love, you have it covered. I agree and support you completely.”Her mother didn’t look pleased to hear my statem...nt as it gave her no way to offset her daughter’s statements. She did say, “I guess you expect me to change, Morgan?” She put a questioning sound in her voice.“Yes, Mother. It’s difficult to have this conversation but Evan gives me strength to say what you need to hear. I know you don’t like it but what are you going to do? I’m not talking about. She was standing with black goggles, sleeveless kurti, denim jeans, face covered with a dupatta and a yellow bag. She was looking gorgeous with a streak of hair drooping down her forehead. She was fair in colour, 5’3 ft height and a figure of 32-26-34. I took her in, and closed the door. I wanted to jump on her but I controlled myself. I gave her time to be comfortable and engaged in talks. The right time came when she asked for her surprise-Nidhi- ok tell na, what’s my surprise?Me- u really. Leaning her hip against the desk, she cracked open a book called "Leaves of Grass." She hoped it was something they'd read over in class. As she became lost in the words, she failed to hear someone coming in through the door, and the footsteps that came closer and closer to the desk. Professor Benjamin Jackson opened the door, immediately noticing the girl standing by his desk. He couldn't see her front, but the back sure was nice. She seemed to be reading one of his personal books,. I couldn't get over it, but I kept having this feeling of impending doom.Whatever it was, the women decided that it did not keep them from washing clothes. I now had two sets of clothes, so I was not discommoded by having my clothes dumped into the stream, so I sat down to try to figure out what was bothering me so much. My ruminations had not gotten far when I heard a series of pistol shots. The women had moved down the stream about 50 yards where there was a more convenient place to do the.