“This is what boys do to play with themselves.” She watched in curious fascination and then wondered if he wanted her to do it for him, as he had ...layed with her. Without asking she reached her hand out and David let go of his penis and then taking her hand wrapped it round his shaft. It felt hot to the touch and very hard.“Like this…” he muttered and taking her hand he showed her how to grip his penis and slide the skin up and down the shaft. She turned on to her side to make it easier to. Demurely I agreed to the mehndi demand and the lady started applying the same. Renuka was beside me and started teasing me stating that – `Raj would be happy to see the beautiful mehndi on your hand and would start kissing all your fingers and then probably your toes too’. The toe ring (bichua) was sexciting. While holding it Renuka said – hey, is raj going to kiss your toe and remove the ring with his mouth or is he going to suck your toe’. All this talk was arousing me even though I was. And then her arms folded onto the counter, her head down, as Michelle gasped for breath, and once she found it, she sobbed. The sobs increased in pitch and volume, now more like the keening of a distraught funeral mourner. Thompson waited all this out, knowing that it was no mere trick of women's tears, but a genuine display of remorse and anguish. After a long time, when Michelle's cries had softened from exhaustion more than anything else, he spoke."Tears are not enough. You need now to tell. ." I tried to say."No!"We both shut up."This is where I get to talk. As an educator, I'm proud of you. You have become a journalist. The article you wrote Friday is excellent. You did your research and presented it well." Thank you," Tami said."But... as your friend, I'm not so impressed."But..." Tony, shut up and listen for once."I listened."There is a name for what you did. It's called ambush journalism." But..." we said together."QUIET! Ambush journalism is very popular. All the tabloid.