"Cindy, this is my Tori." Speechless, I smiled and waved my hand in greeting. Jayne ordered both of our drinks, not asking me what I might like. I rai...ed an eyebrow but sat quietly beside her, trapped in the booth, looking over at her. She smiled at me again softly saying, "You do know that you're fucking gorgeous, don’t you?" She took my face in her palms and pulled it down close to hers, looked in my eyes, then so softly kissed me on the lips. It felt wonderful. I didn't have time to react. I. Later I understood that am very much affectionate toward relationship. Then after, I started maintaining distance from girls; avoiding girls (mostly co-workers) who’ve expressed their feelings through their symbolic actions and reactions. Two girls directly fought me on my irresponsive to their proposals.I was a pure virgin till that unexpected moment came. I want to share that event, very first time I was touched by a girl. This happened in Mumbai 5 yrs back. I went to Mumbai on an official. But parading like a whore was better than the alternative.Her hands reached down as she half-turned. Gently she squeezed her butt cheek. As she did so she gave a little wiggle. Could she use her body to entice the men some how? To make them sympathise with her?"Uhhhhhhh!" she gasped in pain as yet another cascade of water slammed into her."That's it, slut!" said Renard with relish, "you're just a piece of white trash, ain't ya?"He gestured to one of his cohorts for more water."You fuckin' slut!. He was probably too old for her, anyways. But a girl could imagine. She spent the night tossing and turning, her dreams a pendulum that swung from terror and helplessness to flat out arousal, and back again. She woke twice scrambling for the knife on the lampstand next to the bed, cutting her palm pretty bad the second time. She winced, and went into the bathroom to clean it. She did not realize she had the knife with her until she set it on the edge of the sink to turn on the light. After.