Either the coach had followed us from Charleroi or else the coach had driven to Valenciennes on its way to wherever it was bound. Whatever the reason,...Rob concluded I had been recognised by the the occupant of the carriage when in Valenciennes, and then followed back to the chateau. On Wednesday afternoon, as I walked back to Chateau Blanchard after buying cheeses in Wallers, I barely escaped being run down by the black coach last seen in Charleroi.Rob reasoned that sometime on Wednesday,. That was when we heard a wild voice from outside the bus shout, “YOU BASTARDS WILL NEVER PLAY ANOTHER GAME! WE WERE HEADED FOR AN UNDEFEATED SEASON UNTIL YOU MOTHERFUCKERS SHOWED UP! MY FRIENDS AND I HAVE PLENTY OF AMMUNITION AND WE’RE GONNA KILL EVERY ONE OF YOU BASTARDS!”We could tell from the sound of the shooter’s voice that he was high on something. We didn’t know the nature of the drug, it could have been something as common as alcohol, or it could have been another drug. Whatever it was,. I didn’t sleep that whole night and was just waiting for the morning.As soon as the sun rises,I ran to the terrace and to my luck she was on the terrace and was waiting for me and this time she was in the nighty and was looking damn sexy.I moved towards her and we both had a smile on our face.While I was talking to her,my eyes were admiring her boobs.Because of some part of her boobs visible to me.And I think she noticed it but didn’t react and after 30mins of our conversation, she said that. I thought maybe her battery died and I slept as it was late.Next morning at school Shobha looked even more beautiful than the first day. She wore a light green kurti which again defined her curves and her breasts. She had a bindi on her forehead. Her hair was entirely on her right side giving a clear sexy view of her fair neck on the left side. I walked towards her and with each step her perfume hypnotizing me. I stood in front of her speechless. She also walked in my direction. My face was.