My mother’s saree was burning and fire reached around her waist. It was a Do or Die situation. I could not think anything else than that. I pulled h...r saree from other end and pulled it with a jerk out of her waist. Fire is such a speedy transmitter. Within this time it has caught into her petticoat also. It was reaching close to her body !Mother screamed, “Aamar sayata jwalchhe ! …Aami purhe jabo …. !” It means, “My petticoat has caught fire ! … I am going to burn !”I got confused. Without any. I had visions of a brute of a man or a burly woman giving me a firm massage. The door opened and a tall, dark haired woman greeted me with German - I think, then a language I didn't understand, Then Russian ( Good Evening, Dobre Veecher), Then hello in English. I said hello, minya zavoot Ernie, oochin nemnorga pa Russkya. Then we will speak English, My name is Sasha. I looked up and was stunned by her beauty. i have had many massages, and never have become aroused, Katrina and Karen were very. I then stood up slowly. I then nervously looked around. No-one was there.I was stalling. I was procrastinating. I was just stood there. Thinking about my crazy idea, over and over again in my head. It was insane! It was absolutely preposterous! I couldn’t possibly do it! It would be too scary or very embarrassing. Or maybe both.I then looked at the lake. The water was calm and alluring and the most spectacular blue I’d ever seen. I felt as if the water was calling for me. Begging me to give in.. It took me twenty-five minutes to slowly close in on the female, and I was quickly losing light. I could see where the sun was setting through the trees and figured I had another fifteen minutes before it would set past the horizon and I would lose what light I had. While I had been distracted, the female had moved off and I followed, carefully. By the time I caught sight of the female, the sun was on the verge of setting. I took a deep breath, raised my bow and drew back the bowstring. Slowly.