I slam the door shut and I lock it quickly. I hear footsteps coming closer to the door before a soft knock, then a sad voice. "Gracie I'm sorry. I sh...uldn't have done that. Please, just come out and let's pretend that never happened." He whispers through the door, his voice sounding pained."Why did you do it?" I ask, the one question that has been running through my mind."I-I don't know. I miss women Grace, you have to understand that. My words got the best of me. You know how I use to sweet. Waise uska name Abhishek tha, par sab usko Raju hi bolte the. Wo baahar aaye aur bole –Raju: Kyu re Niku, tujhe ye bhi shaunk hai? Mujhe pata nahi tha iske baare mein. Tu mujhe bolta, main tujhe apne sath leke jati, aur mast naye-naye lund dilati. Par nahi, tujhe to in logo ka kutta hi banna tha.Aur ye bol kar usne mera muh pakad ke naak band kar di. Fir jaise hi maine apna muh saans lene ke liye khola, to usne mere muh mein thook diya. Fir wo boli –Raju: Tu isi ke layak hai.Ab sab aa gaye the.. Firstly, as a token of thanks for my beloved who always treated me in a respectful manner, who loved me deeply and who never thought that I’m a slut,even when I allowed him to do anything with my naked body except to take my virginity. I’ll be getting married to him in 6 months or so and I want to thank him for loving me so much. The second reason for writing it is that most of the stories that I have read here are not aesthetically good, historically correct and appealing to mind. What I’ll be. Of course, he studied drama at school and was far and away the best student. He loved impressing the teacher with his acting skills. He could imitate voices flawlessly and change his mannerisms and body language to suit any character. He also liked to write and scripted some clever and inventive playlets. Thus, when the annual dramatic works were cast, he always got the pick of the best roles. He adored playing the leading ladies, and with his pretty face and slim body, he made the.