Our heart hammers, our hands sweat, and we pray inside that the images our mind conjures won’t come true. Mostly, we get off easy. But not always. T...e moment I opened the door, my worst fears were confirmed. My whole body felt consumed with flames of shame, and when the wide eyes of my colleague Melinda met mine, I thought I was surely going to faint. I couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. My slightly pudgy co-teacher, without hesitation, pulled a camera from her pocket and pointed it at me, and her. He punished us by making a sitting arrangement; one boy with one girl. Lol! That was the best thing that happened to me those days. The girl with whom I was made to sit with Sanjana Kukreja(name changed) again a Sindhi was the bombshell of our class. I never ever took interest in her, I knew she was in my class but never bothered. I never admired her. Days passed by and we started talking to each other.One night I partied a lot drank much, reached home late night around 2am and standing at the. I blushed, even if no one was there. "You really want to?" She asked again."Lyn, I love you." I told her. "I like being with you, making love. Just talking. Rachael's nice, too. I don't know what I think, sometimes." I think we're growing up." Lyn pronounced, "Coming of age, learning about our sexuality. All that other BS. When all we are is just two love-starved teenagers, looking for a good time." I could picture Lyn in my mind, sitting talking on the phone, probably touching herself. Lyn. I didn't do much dueling but she made sure my schedule allowed it here and there. Bakura excelled in a number of surprising areas, among them being a talented singer and musician. Many evenings while I was doing homework, he sang or played the koto in the background.There were days that I had emergencies — meetings that could not be avoided, documents that needed my personal attention. On those occasions, I left class and Bakura remained to tape my classes for me. In my Art class, however,.