My father had an Ambassador car (which had a hand gear and fused seats in front), which was a rare stuff those days, and I was one of the few guys who...had a driving license at that time in our class.One day when I was in coming back from the city I spotted Harpreet (name changed) waiting for a bus to go back to hostel. I stopped and asked whether she required a lift, to which she readily agreed as it was 6pm and getting dark. We talked for some time about college classes and all and were soon. One...Two...Three...Fou- something catches my eye.The silhouette of a bulbous head, with gleaming white eyes stares menacingly at me. A small, Rattata squeak escapes my lips as I tighten the grip on my sheets. Maintaining eye contact for a few brief seconds, the head ducks down, and the sound of something heavy thudding into a pile of leaves manages to squeeze through my window. I remain staring at the spot, as a million thoughts flood my mind. Was that a pokemon!? A stalker!? A... a murderer!?. Na ja, um gemeinsam in die von mir geholten Schulbücher sehen zu können, saßen wir dicht beieinander und wir lernten auch erstmal fleißig, nur mal um etwas zu trinken wurde kurz unterbrochen. Plötzlich spürte ich ihre Hand über meinen Oberschenkel wandern, ich tat so als merke ich es gar nicht, doch dann ließ sie ihre Fingerkuppen die Innenseite meiner Oberschenkel herauf und herunter wandern. Ich stöhnte leise auf. Leise stöhnend bat ich sie aufzuhören, doch Britta meinte nur : "Och Svenja,. ”“Not a bastard technically, and I resent the notion that I am hard hearted.” I replied, “You certainly do not know your place do you girl?”“I’m your daughter so as I should be living a life of ease not working like a bloody slave,” she complained.“Laying abed all day like some enfeebled noble woman?” I queried.“That’s right, I should not stir until after the noon bell rang across the meadows from the Church, and only then if the sun shone.” she said wistfully.“Should have been a whore,” I.