One fine day I started conversing with her, as I was really bored at that time, I have tried to tell u guys in a convo like we talkedFaz: anna (brothe...)Me: don’t call me anna (brother)Faz: y anna (bro), u are one year elder than meMe: please Faz don’t call me bro, I don’t like it (I was little tensed)Faz: to which she asked me to tell the reasonMe: I said, you are so sexy and beautiful, I can’t bare it (nee romba alga iruka alaga irukra ponnunga annnau koopta enaku kastamma iruku)Faz: do u have. I am making myself ready for Master, and folding my clothes neatly is a sign of respect for Him. I take the collar out of my purse and snap it into place around my neck with fumbling fingers. My hands shake as I fit the strap through the buckle. I’m always nervous when I come to visit Master-I’m not afraid of Him, but I’m always afraid of disappointing Him. I want so much to earn his praise that I can’t even describe it. I live and die on a word, a glance, a single caress that touches me deeper. After I pulled out of the minutes long kiss. I pulled the ponytail out of her hair. I always thought that she was more beautiful when her hair was down. I always had a thing for her, but I never acted on it. Our friendship was too important to me to ruin it by making a move. Our friendship was over, now, though. She hurt me, and I was going to make her hurt, too. I told her to get to her knees. She shook her head in fear. I widened my eyes. She shrank back, then slowly got to her. .. and for dinner and breakfast and ... and everything" Rebecca's mother put the nervous agitated manner down to shyness."You're welcome anytime sweetheart" she responded.Maryann did not see the meaningful look that passed between the teenagers just before their visitor went out the door.Michelle crossed the side yard sure that she could still feel the heat of her friend's hand on her breast. She opened the back door to her house wondering if she could risk running up to her room and trying to.