But, I was not done and I started following her after classes to her hostel room. I never intended to hurt her. But, one day a girl named Richa sent m... a video on WhatsApp in which I was following Astha.Talking about Richa, she was among the hottest and bitchiest girls in college with 38-28-36 figure and 6ft height. She was also beautiful and she was from Gurgaon.Returning to the story, Richa said she will forward that video to women help organizations and police and file a harassment case. ”“That’s exactly what we were just talking about,” Brenda said, putting her hand on Cain’s arm.Cain’s head snapped around to look at Brenda, who smiled sweetly at him.“Yes,” he said feebly. “Um, looks like maybe tomorrow morning we’ll be able to head out,” he said.“Good,” Uncle Paul said. “We've got enough food to last until then. What should we do today?”“We've got a few people with laptops here,” Brenda said. “We should start writing a family history.”“Outstanding,” Uncle Paul said. “Can you. I didn't think anything more about it. The day wore on, an endless succession of meetings and departmental issues that a senior Manager has to deal with in a quite large college in the centre of London. In fact, the episode passed from memory over the next few days, it wasn't until nearly a week later that the memory came back suddenly.A knock at the door had me calling for the person to enter. I was deeply engrossed in some architecture drawings, trying to work out the logistics of room moves. I didn't mean for that to happen. I'm sorry."That spat out, I walked down the long hallway to voluntary exile in my room. My exile seemed to last an eternity, several long hours before the sharp rap on my door. Mom knocked and immediately opened the door. It would've been embarrassing if I'd had my pants down. But I'd been doing nothing in my room but waiting for that banging.She crooked a finger. "Come. Talk now."So Sharon had been Sharon. No surprise there. So now I got dipped in boiling.