So i rushed to the bathroom and knocked the door. There was no answer. I pushed the door a little and it opened and I found that no one was there. Now...my 2ND thought for which I was dying to think about, actually created a picture in my mind. Who is with mom in her bedroom and with whom those "personal business" voices were coming. At that moment my situation was of a 4 year old k** who was lost in a TOPLESS BAR. But I gathered my strength and once again reached to the balcony which was. “Don’t you know you shouldn’t ask women their age?”“No, that rule is not valid for beautiful women.” I said and winked at her.“You are such a flirt!” Bhagya said, laughing. “35” she said meekly, once she stopped giggling.“What?” I asked, feigning innocence.“You heard me. I’m 35 years old.”“Then there’s nothing wrong in calling you aunty.” I winked at her.“You!” Bhagya scooted closer to me and started slapping on my thighs playfully.“Oww… ok ok, what do I call you then?” I asked her, blocking my. "It is too late to protest. We are already engaged," he said, moving his lips closer to Alex's. "Alex!" "Ghee-uckh!! Get away from me, you pervo freak!!!" Alex ordered. But, somehow, he was being overpowered by the creep's strength. And just when it looked like he was going to be kissed, Alex ran: And swung off of the guy's arms, twisted his legs up, and, using his back muscles, managed to wrap his thighs around the pervert's neck. He squeezed. Hard! Trying to smother him while he pulled his. I could not take back what I had said, I could not turn it into a joke for he was not a man to be joked with, I could not escape. He raised his arm, not to fight me — this would have seemed a ridiculous idea to him — but to punish me, and this punishment, I knew, after having knocked me down and handed me over to the guards, would make the death of the girl on the ship seem merciful and quick. “I am sorry,” I said, more to myself than to him, for he could not possibly understand what I was.