Oops, sorry I have to finish the rest later. I hear his footsteps walking down the hallway. The hall closet door opens and then slams shuts with a lou... bang. Damn, he is really pissed!The door opens, he walks in, and the look on his face makes me quickly look at my feet. I can't stand that hurt and angry look. Not only have I angered him, I have also managed to hurt him. I love him with all of my heart. I can't stand to have him angry with me, much less to cause him pain. He lays several whips. THIS IS MY FIRST STORY. FIRST OF ALL I WANNA TELL U PPL THAT I AM FROM USA(NEWYORK) AND I’VE BEEN HERE FOR LIKE 7 YRS.my name is jeetu. i’m a punjabi munda 5’9″ tall average body. i know readin in english story doesnt give any feelin so im going 2 tell my story in pure hindi. AND GUYS PLEASE DON FORGET 2 REPLY ME THT HOW DID U LIKE THE STORY. MY EMAIL IS OK NOW LETS GO 2 STORY..Jaise ke maine aapko bataya ke main USA main rehta hun 7 saal se par fir bhi main american people ki taran open nahi. She headed for the kitchen.She stood outside the kitchen door, wondering if she should walk in. She felt naked in the short robe. It would have been fine if it was only Bill in the kitchen, but not a stranger. The voices stopped. Tammy held her breath, about to run back to the bedroom and wait until the woman left."Is that you, Tammy?" Bill called.Tammy was silent."Tammy?" Bill got up from his chair and walked quickly over to the door and pushed it open. "What are you doing hiding in the hall?". “Look, never mind. It’s not even about that. It’s just, we were making out in the car … and he took my hand .. and he … he …” I was practically panting now. My chest tightened again and it was hard to breathe, I just couldn’t catch my breath.“Hey, sweetie, it’s okay! It’s alright, you’re safe now. Tell me what happened?”The tears poured down my cheeks now. “He pulled my hand down … down to his, you know. And I felt it through his pants. It seemed huge, and scary. And it was just too much for.