" I leaned forward to whisper, "I dread the first time some boy asks me to spread my legs so he can get a better look." Indeed, I started trembling fr...m just whispering it.She started to hug me, but then backed off, knowing it would only be more embarrassing. She did stay close enough to whisper."Stand strong, F.L. All your parts are pretty; you don't have anything to be ashamed of. Embarrassed, but not ashamed. I should know."You remember when I said that it would be too weird if my mom called. We moved everything around for what felt like hours, often moving the same piece of furniture to what seemed like the same place it was originally. Finally he decided he liked the new arrangement, which wasn't that drastically different than how it looked when we started. Obviously exhausted, I sat down on the couch. He asked me if I'd like a Gatorade, to which I quickly accepted. He brought it to me in a glass and, while it tasted a bit off at first, I didn't care and gulped the entire thing. The fingers dropped below my skirt & started to inch there way up my thighs, I wanted to scream but thought I would look like a histerical idiot.I tried to edge away but again there was no room I just got pushed back by the crowd onto the mystery hand that had now found its way under the elastic of my white panties.I hand no idea who was doing this to me, was it a creep from school, was it a sexy bisexual woman heading home from work in a suit, was it a dirty old man after a sick jollie, all I. Since living here for a long time we tend to learn everything on the things which are done by the specialists in back home it carpenter, cleaning cars, plumber, etc etc. This incident happened with one of my friend sometime back.One morning my phone rang and I answered Me: helloShalini: this is shalini, what are you doing?Me: I said nothing much just came back from gym and was preparing breakfast,Shalini: need you help fixing my kitchen tap as my hubby has gone to work and I know that you know.