“She is a lot freakier than we thought,” my Mom explained.“I knew it!” Ann said. “It is always the uptight ones. Our assistant Principal use... to be hard as nails and ride me about the clinic, but then one day, I found out what made her tick. She was into some freaky shit!”“Mrs. Brunhilde?” Liz asked and then reminded Ann to tell her later since we were listening.“I’d just like to know what freaky shit you are into if you can’t tell us after two days of whips and chains?” Honey laughed.“You are. Since my school days i was one of the smart looking girl in the school and while i took admission in college people who saw me started to send their marriage proposal through someone to me or to my family. Many marriage proposal came from other caste too. Jamil kept sending sexy letters through shakeela. I was experiencing those jamil’s sexy words first time in my life. Because my mother was very, very strict that is why i used to read those letters in toilet. Jamil’s letter was always 4-5. She had heard our short exchange but still seemed unsure of what to say or do. Her conflict came from her willingness to do what I said but also her desire to help. I took her hand and thought, "You're welcome to help too, my Paramour. In fact it may prove useful to have you two helping. We can communicate far more efficiently than any radio."Savannah stood by quietly. She looked withdrawn. I wanted to reach out and hold her, to try to help ease the pain within her, but I knew that wouldn't be. ..''his hand not quitting gropping me''you are becoming a cute boy you know''his hand moving from left to right on my ass ''im..i need to go''i move out the pool and went to talk with othersthe party endup and i went home with mom and dad , thinking of Mike hand on my assi spent 2 days thinking about it too muchthen the next match happen and i saw Mike looking at me the whole game from the seatshe smile every time i look at him and by the end of the gamepropose we all go eat icecreamin line his.