I hooked it up, and looked at the needle gauge thing. The needle was in the green at 11, so I knew the battery was good. I was looking through the fus...s when a gentleman walking by came over and asked “Car trouble?”I nodded, and told him that the battery was good but everything else was dead. He was a rather distinguished looking gentleman, maybe 35 or 40 with a sly smile. He offered to help so I moved back. He checked some of the things I already had as he started moving from the battery then. Aaj mera chance tha aur main zarur iska fayda uthane wala tha.Main tayyar tha ek tight white tshirt aur blue jeans mein, yeh sochte hue ki unhe shayad mera look pasand aaye. Sanjana ek khushbu ki lehar ke saath andar ghusi aur maine unse haath milakar hello kaha. Unhe paani pilaya. Unke hoth gulaabi the par paani se geele hone se ek alag baat aa jaati thi unme. Unhone salwar kameez pehen rakhi thi. Dupatta unhone side mein rakh diya. Maine unse gappe maarne start kar diye. Sardi ki dopahar mein. Another 'kink' he'd installed in her. He eyed thetattoos across her shoulders, the curve of her back. The tramp stamphe'd picked out for her in the small of her back. He walked up behindher , moved her hair to one side & leaned down to kiss her neck. Sheshuddered & leaned her head over, submissively allowing him whateveraccess he needed. He reaches around & gently began to tweak her nipple.She let out a long sigh of arousal, shivering with want. With need forhim."You're Daddy's little girl now. I couldn't hide in the locked drawer of my sewing machine where I kept my smutty novels or anywhere else in the house. What if I died and my husband or children found it? I found my answer in the church. A niche in the wall of the office in the basement worked. I changed names and dates in the diary and wrote the material as if it were fiction – as I am doing here.With the graduation of my son from high school, I felt liberated. My promise to God was fulfilled, my penance over. But liberated.