I imagined that the people at Stanford would find her story a fascinating one, and that her exotic resume might help her to secure scholarship aid. We...arranged for her to take the SATs, and (despite some areas where she was disadvantaged by her recent environment) she did remarkably well.Within a month's time, she received word that Stanford would welcome her fall enrollment, and would afford her a scholarship equal to three-fourths of tuition and fees!There remained six weeks of summer before. She: Don’t worry I will not tell anybody. By the way my name is Nikita Jain(name changed).Me: Beautiful name.She: just name?Me: you too are beautiful.She: now I am going to HOD.Me: sorry mam I will not say it again, please don’t complain about me to HOD.She: I just said I am going to HOD, I have some work with him. I never said I will complaint about you. HahaEmbarrassed by the situation I left lab and came to canteen. I was having coffee then I saw her coming in canteen with other staff. He and I were mates from our time in the Junior Leader's battalion. Gino was from the Italian – obviously - and was one of the most handsome blokes in the battalion, probably in the regiment. He had to fight women off with a stick, they use to hang around him like flies round a cow's arse. We, or rather he, had picked up two tasty sorts in a pub one Friday night, and they were definitely up for it; both of them fancied Gino, of course, but one of them would have to make do with me.The problem. "A lump settled in Steve’s throat. He swallowed hard trying to get rid of it. "What, ah, what do you mean Mom?"Cindy closed her eyes and sighed. "Steve don’t, you know exactly what I mean. It’s time to stop the game and deal with this."Steve looked down at his feet. He felt like a stone was sitting inside his chest. "You’re right Mom. I guess I knew this was going to happen sooner or later." Steve, what we’ve been doing is very wrong. It’s i*****l. If anyone found out about it I would go to.