I stopped talking looking at him puzzled. I was talking about my new job, how I liked it, and how I was saving up to buy a car and he comes out of the...blue asking me where my bedroom was!"I-it's down the hallway," I said pointing down the hall to the right."Let's go," he said. It wasn't a question, and it wasn't a statement. It was a command. He said, Let's go." and he expected me to take him to my bedroom.I was so stunned by his sudden and unexpected words that I must have gone into. Aunty: what ashok what you are asking I am your aunt and how you ask like that to meMe: aunty I am not having sex with you I just want to touch boobs because I never touch any boobs please aunty if you don’t agree means leave it.(I know if arouse the feeling of the women means definitely it ends with sex).Aunty: no ashok if any one knows means it will create big problemMe: don’t worry aunty I will keep this very secret. And I move forward to her.Aunty: Hmm you just touch it once and go back to. "Oh."I continued to eat my apple, getting up and tossing the core into the trash when I was finished."Hey, Jen," Eddie called as I left the kitchen. "Do you?"I didn't answer my brother's question, deciding to let him guess. I went to my room, took off my school clothes and put on cutoffs and a tight tee shirt. Once I was dressed, I went to the living room and stretched out on the floor to do my homework.On Friday, I heard Mary Jo talking to her friend in the locker room. Karri, Mary Jo's. I dipped my chin and looked up at him. "Yes," I said."You little slut," he said.Touch me again, I thought, but instead of saying that I merely smiled again and fluttered my eyelashes. He chuckled and concentrated again on the road.I shifted position on the seat and crossed my legs. God am I ever white, I thought. I think I'll use some tan-in-a-can next time out. Regardless of my colour I still looked good. The colour of my toes and fingernails matched; I'm so glad I took the trouble to paint.