I don’t know her name & address & even I didn’t see her photo I will dedicate this story to her and to readers. I read her story and I fall in lov... with her feeling and I travelled from bangalore to chennai through train and I found her by the hint she gave in her story. She was waiting near a bus stop by sitting in a car, I used to walk in such a way that she was looking me & she called me and asked some address actually I don’t know but I said I know. She wanted me not the address so she. “Katie and I have been collecting materials to make dolls for the girls’ birthday, but...” There was a look of disappointment on her face, “ ... it’s easier said than done.”“Don’t say another word,” Clark jumped in. “Give me a moment and I’ll be right back.” He climbed up to the loft and returned with a small cardboard box. “I found this in the attic of the farmhouse and have been holding onto it for the right moment. It might be just the thing the two of you are thinking about.”Clark slowly. « You know » Betty said, « Your behavior is very perverted, and Mary tells me that you do this every day, is that right ? » « Yes miss » I replied, my face red with shame. « And have you never been caught? » Mary demanded. « Yes miss, twice when I was 15 but there were no charges because I was so young » « So your parents must know about your perversions then, what do they think ? » Betty said. « Yes miss, they know but they just put it down to my puberty, they don’t know that I have continued.. I swallowed. I needed this. I needed it bad.With that, I made my way over to the roadside, night air cool on my skin. The front drive was perfect - right where anyone driving by could see me. I started shaking harder when I thought of that. It was like everything I'd imagined during my time in the pool, but so much better, so much more real. This was actually happening. Reaching into my bag, I pulled out the duct tape and the zip ties, breath coming in deep, heaving pants. I let out a very low,.