Wo jab bhi class mai aati thi mai unhe dekhta rehta tha, kyou ki mai sab se aage baithta tha isi liye unki ek ek harkat mujhe saaf saaf dikhai deti th..., mera ek aur friend tha wo bhi maam ke ooper lattu tha. Jab wo chalti thi toh kya bataun mann kerta tha ke bass peeche se ja ker unki gaand pakad ker chood du. But mai darta tha kyou ki unke pati ek police mai high official the aur unki posting out of town thi, mai roz unke naam ki muth maarta tha, phir ek din mere mamki muraad poori ho hi gai,. Actually I was terribly afraid to say that but took a chance as by that time my mind was looking at her as a sexual object she understood what I said and looked around and not finding anybody she took the towel from my bag and turning the other side wrapped towel and slowly pulled down her petticoat in that process.I saw partly her buttocks. She turned around and squeezed the petticoat and put it down for drying. I was terribly aroused seeing mom in towel from waist and blouse, I got more. In addition, I would be officially dead with no I D?s and no passport to get me home. I turned away, tears running down my face, knowing that my old life was over and thinking that it might be better if I was dead. When Escobar tried to stop me, I pushed his arms aside and ran sobbing to my room. Soon darkness came and with it, welcome sleep.-----------------------------------------------------------When I woke up the weight was still there on my heart, feeling for the entire world as if the. Even as I stared, another mortar round landed on the roof, and that jolted me alive. If I didn’t do something, we were all going to get killed!I stuck my head back up over the top of the revetment and looked out, ignoring the disaster around me. I could see at least three hajji strongpoints out there on roofs and in the open, each of which had a mortar firing and a couple of machine guns; I spotted them by the tracer fire coming from them and the occasional bright light when a mortar round was.