______________________________________________________________________________________As they entered into the narrow hallway the man grabbed the trai...ee and spun her around to face him. "What is your name?" He asked harshly"Trainee Susan, Sir, your loyal whore" she said in a mellowtoneThe man slapped her firmly but not hard across the face,"What is your birth name?"Again she answered in a mellowtone almost flatline tone"Trainee Susan, Sir, your Loyal whore"She didn't know what else to say, it. But ab muje kuch alag sa feel ho rha tha,ab meri nazar uske boobs aur hips per tikne lgi.TO ek bar me december ke end me b.tech ke exams deker mama ke ghar gya, wha jab maine neha ko dekha to wo ek dum badal chuki thi , gulabi hoth,34 boobs 28 kamar 30 hips.Maine jab use dekha to dekhta hi reh gya ,maine socha 18 ki age me aate hi isse kya ho gya. but fir bhi maine socha ki sister he aisa nhi sochna chiye.BUT ek din me ghar me akela tha ,aur neha bhi collge me gyi hui thi.TO maine socha ke kyo. Her difference fascinated me and made me listen. Her thoughts were often challenging. She had the type of paranoia that reminds one of the maxim about it being true. What if it's true? They are after you. Is it paranoia?Our lovemaking was sublime and generous. It was deep, deeper than any physical penetration. We were shaken by our oneness.But it was our conversation, just sharing experiences, that first played the strings of my heart, a slow and gentle and intensely beautiful ballad. We first. The girls were both around twenty, several years younger than Sarah and me, but they both lived with their mums and neither seemed to have a boyfriend. Zara worked with Sarah and had jumped at the chance of a week’s holiday away from her mum’s watchful attention. Rhona, Zara’s friend, had readily agreed to make up the four.As we hit the main road, the girls were chattering about how much they were looking forward to a week of freedom away from overbearing mothers. Zara piped up a little more.