I hang out with my friends, I get average grades and I date some. I'm a pretty popular guy. I don't have trouble getting dates. The girls are cute but...they just don't interest me all that much. They are too self-conscious. They get all nervous when I try to make out with them. They don't know what they are doing but getting something is better than getting nothing.Right now, I'm in my last class of the day. I keep watching the clock hoping to get out of here. It's Friday. There is a party. Hum aapas mein koob majak karte.dheere dheere main kab Bhabhi ki aur aakarshit hone laga mujhe pata bhi nahin chala.mujhe bhabhi ki khushbu bahut achchhi lagne lagi thi.jab kabhi bhi wo mere paas se gujarti main gehri sans le leta.Ek din Bhabhi naha ke nikli aur mera bathroom mein jana hua poora bathroom Bhabhi ki khushboo se mahak raha tha mere shareer main ek ajeeb se sarsarahat daud gai.achanak maine bathroom mein pade Bhabhi ke kapde dekhe mera mann machal gaya maine bina der kiye unhe. “Do you jack-off?,” he asked in a sneaky near-whisper. I was scared for two reasons – first, I didn’t know what jacking off meant at all. I think I had heard the term before, but only from kids that I really didn’t like, and thought it must have meant something bad. Second, I thought that my answer, either way, would probably result in this kid proceeding to tell everyone my business, resulting in a lot of pointing and laughing. I figured, at the least, asking another question would lead him. I was sure that any minute now she would return to tell me that it was all a mistake, and the examination would continue as planned. That wasn’t what happened. Her face was ashen when she returned. I’d seen more cheerful expressions at a wake. ‘I’m afraid we will have to interrupt this examination,’ she told me. ‘If possible, we will try to reschedule for a later date.’ ‘If possible? But, what about my class, my grade. What is going on?’ ‘I’m sorry, Ms Doyle, I really am, but I don’t know. You.