My weight carried me forward crashing my breasts against his chest and knocking us both to the ground. I landed on top of him while he managed to hang...on to me saving me from any harm."Oh my god, I'm so sorry," I whispered embarrassed at my clumsiness.That's when I felt where his hands were. Both of his dirty palms were clutching my bare, and very exposed ass cheeks. There was something else, my legs were spread open and my knees were touching the ground on either side of his legs as if we were. Porashonar janno praye ek bachor theke ami amar dada aar boudir songe thakee. Amar dada ek baro company te kaj kore. Amar boudi, moly, dekhte khoob sundoree aar ekhono kono bachha hoye nee. Dadar biye praye do bachor aage hoyche. Moly boudir boyish praye 24 bachor. Ami boudir songe khoob samman diye katha boli aar boudee o amake khoob bhalobashe. Amar aar moly boudir khoob bhalo bondhunto chilo aar kakhono kakhono amar hansee thatta kortam. Moly boudi amake porashona te sahazzo korto. Moly. Die like the rest of the stupid rabble infesting this country who were simply in the way of two greedy warlords. I feel huge hands all over my 115 pound body as I’m lifted clear off the ground and thrown face-first against a wall. I feel a man’s dank breath close to my ear as a huge body is pressing up against my back, pushing me further into the cracked concrete wall. He begins to whisper into my ear in guttural Nigerian, and my mind has gone blank with the fear that is gripping my body. I. I stepped back, contemplating her, using an excuse to offer her earrings -she never wore ones. I decided to leave and not risk anymore, but got out of control, stepped closer to her again and repeated the same stuff; she narrowly escaped and I could kiss her too close to her lips while she made a delicate movement of her head backwards. My tongue still run along my lips, feeling a strange sensation, too sweet, and as I talk to people, they would see me sipping my lips. I still recall her.