If the story has a moral then you maybe a victim of your own free will. Your choices mean that your optionsnarrow." This makes no sense!" I shouted. "...ou are saying I'm trapped insidethis story? Some Kabbalistic metaphor?" That is one way of describing it, yes. Stories exist for us as a lensthrough which we interpret the world. We turn to them to educate us, orfor moral guidance." There's a moral to what I'm doing?" Maybe. Maybe you will come out of this changed. Come out of thiswiser." I'm. Fir khana khake me apne upar ke kamre me sone ja raha tha to muje kisi ka whtasap pe msg aaya vo bhabhi ka tha. Unse thodi normal bat hui hii hello vali. Fir unhone muje kal dopeher ko unke gar aane ko bola kuch kam tha unhe mujse aur luckily saturday tha to meri college saturday ko band hoti he. Mene kaha thik he me aajaunga. Subah uska gm aya dopeher ko khaan khake me unke gar chala gaya sab niche ke room me soye huve the bhabhi ne muje upar aane ko kaha. Kal jo hua uske bad Me unse thda. I woke late again and Sophie had beaten me out of bed again. I looked around but couldnt see her anywhere so I began fixing some coffee and took a shower in attempts to recover from the night before. I finished showering and drank a strong black coffee and sat on the bed watching TV waiting for Sophie to get back from the store or where ever she had gone. Just as I was dozing off I heard the door open and in walked Sophie with a couple of big bags, she had obviously been shopping. I was still a. I felt a very confusing sense of excitement growingbetween my legs.*****I felt sick as I woke up that morning. What was I in for!? Somehow Iknew that afternoon with Mark would be eventful, as much as I tried todeny it and remind myself I was straight.It was exhilarating to pack my sexiest outfit with make up into one ofmy men's shoulder bags and take it with me to school. Walking throughthe grounds I knew that if I dropped it, if someone took a look insideor even asked to see, my life would be.