So, I said, "I think he isabsent". Everyone laughed for no reason.The lady professor, I think, felt humiliated and told me "Well maiya,is that over ma...eup and exaggerated bridal clothing meant to compensatefor your masculine tone and reckless way of behaviour?" she continued"I have seen lots of Big daddy's girls like you and have cured theirattitude. So beware. And from next time, if I find you wearing anythingexcept for skirt uniform in hospital rounds and plain saree or kurtawith shawl well. She wasn't full black African though; her nose was distinctly European in shape. The name badge on her uniform read 'Thandi'."I'm sorry Sir for the mess. I've cleaned it up. I'll come back later to finish the rest of your room," her voice was quiet, a little breathless, eyes not quite meeting mine."Yes, I'd like to see you later. About 8 o'clock, okay?" Realising I hadn't let her hand go, I pulled her toward me before she could answer and kissed her full lips. She moved away a little in. It is not surprising that Trent hated high school. He hated everything about it, well almost everything. His school did have one redeeming quality to it, and her name was Becky. Becky Watson was the captain of the girls cheerleading squad. She was a blond hair, blue eyes goddess that to Trent was the epitome in which all young ladies should be measured against. Unlike the other popular girls in school, Becky was always nice to him, but he knew that is as far as it would ever go. She was dating. Next day I thought that it was the perfect time to seduce her, so I gone to her home early she was in blue sari busy with her house hold work she welcomed me with a smile and asked me have you studied last night well by hearing thisI got little fear and said ‘yes’ and gone to bed and took my notes and started study suddenly she called by my name and I ran in to kitchen she was in floor said I felt down so I helped in getting up and she put her hands in my shoulder her breast crushed into my.