Then came a night that remains etched in my memory. After we had finished playing our innocent husband-wife game and I had returned to my own bed, aap... crept in beside me. “Aapa so ja na. Thakh gaya hoon!” I protested. “Nahin!” she retorted, “aaj ek naya khel shuroo hoga.” I turned to face aapa and realised something which shocked me at the time. Aapa wasn’t wearing any clothes. “Yeh kya aapa!? Aap nange kyun so rahi ho?” “Aisa hota hai, Sameer. Aaj school mein, meri saheli ne kaha ke uski Abbu. We exchanged good mornings and then Sarah got a solemn look on her face and told me that she had done something terribly wrong. She said that she had shouted abuse to a motorist that had almost caused her to have an accident on the way to work. I was about to say that it wasn’t so terrible to call someone names under those circumstances, when Sarah stood up, turned her back to me, leant over her desk and said that she deserves to be punished. She looked over her shoulder at me and asked me to. Just as she turned into the last aisle of bookshelves and noticed the library ladder in front of her, she felt his arms encircle her body from behind and the warmth of his mouth against her neck. The suddenness of his touch made her gasp, and as he pulled her body back to his she parted her lips and rolled her head to one side relishing the heat from his mouth against her skin. He pulled her close, pushing his body up against her, and through her sundress there was no mistaking his hardened. He walked towards the house and rang the doorbell, Brad answered the door in full soccer uniform, "hey jerry! thanks so much for doing this, Mums upstairs, she wants to speak to you, ill be back in a minute" Brad began running from one room to another packing his things for the tournament, Jerry walked slowly upstairs towards Miss Andersons room without knowing what to expect, he knocked softly, "Jerry? Is that you? Oh come in sweetie" She replied"Hello, uh, Miss Anderson" Jerry Muttered"Hello.