I am 26 years old and I work for a PSU in Delhi. I recently discovered the sire ISS. I was having a nice private life and thought that I should not te...l anybody about it. After reading the stories in ISS, I am encouraged to write about my own private life.Well, I belong to a lower middle class typical Indian family. My dad worked in a private company in Delhi. He was staying in a rented house in Kalkaji . My mom was daughter of his landlord. She fell in love with him at very young age of 14. And you?" Seventeen. I'm Lauren."Hi Lauren."Lauren gazed at her. The girl gazed back, for a bit, then dropped her eyes. She shifted her feet. Then she got a big grin and looked back up."You're Americans?" she asked."Well, I am, and Rachel. Fiorella is Italian. She's from Milan." Hi Fiorella," the girl said, in perfect Italian."Hi," Fi responded."So..." The girl said, shifting her balance to one leg, "Nice to meet you."She spun about and began to walk away."Wait," Lauren said, "Let's do. We used to sleep in it at night. As it had no fan or air-conditioning in it, it used to become impossible for us to sleep after sunrise. It was May and really hot. We used to come back into the big room early in the morning.My wife had one sister and one brother both younger than her. Her sister was hardly 17 and the brother was somewhere around 14. But there was a huge difference between my wife and her sister. She was well built with a breast size of somewhere around 36C or possibly D. I am. Let's review. I was in bed, but it wasn't my bed. It didn't feel right. Besides, the ceiling was green. Puke green. Who would paint their ceiling puke green? It was hard to concentrate.My shoulder itched.I decided that was more important than where I was. I lifted my hand. It felt funny and I couldn't wiggle my fingers. I reached up to scratch my shoulder... "Oh, God!" I moaned as pain shot through me."Tony are you okay?" The voice of an angel. Tami's voice."Not sure. What year is it?" What.