'There were so many of you earlier on', he remarked, still manipulating her nipple, I said nothing and continued to watch his manipulations, 'Where ar... they all?''Probably against a wall and being fucked', I replied, my tongue licking my dry lips, all this sexual innuendo and manipulation of my drunk friend, left him in no doubt as to my own state of mind.'What about yourself?' He released the last button, her breasts spilled forth and heaved, as if her breathing had been suppressed, his hand. I asked y he was hiding this from me he said as it were bars where work he was unable to say it to anyone. I said would also join him for tonight for the dance. He got frightened tried in many ways to stop me but as I was eager to dance in front of others who were not friends I decided to go. He said he was going to take me upon one condition that I am not gng to say no to what he asks. I replied other than stopping me from dancing I will accept.He asked me to dress well in narrow cut jeans and. Kathy was surprised that prior to the last few weeks I had never had any previous pedophilic inclinations. It was the first time I had attached the term to myself. I knew it was true but I just could not reconcile with myself that I was one of those lecherous old men that used to be condemned in the states.Kathy's story went further back. She explained that she first found herself attracted to children when she was babysitting in high school.'I was only 14 myself but I was seen as much older. She was smiling to herself looking down at their kamarbandh and stroking it. Her smile vanished. Dad had come out of the bathroom naked. He opened his cupboard and when he closed it, he had a horse cane (chabuk) in his hand. All he said was “chal randi saali, kutti ban bistar par, aaj teri chamdi uttar doonga”.She started begging him not to beat her with the cane but she knew her fate was sealed. Her hesitation in obeying him led him to smack her tits with the cane as she tried to get up from.