Despite my fervent attempts to remain detached and dispassionate about the book my body started to respond. My reading became ragged and disjointed as...I reacted to the script and my breath came in shorter, more desperate pants. I tried to race to the end of the chapter and when I got there I sat down with relief thinking that I had survived the ordeal. The English mistress shook her head. "That is simply not up to your usual excellent standard Miss Beverly. I want you to repeat the passage and. Shaam ko hamare city mian power cut hota tha so mostly sabhi log raat ko bahar baitthe the so sudha bhi apni rani ko le kar bhahr a gayi thi as it was summer. Tabhi meri mom ne use hamare ghar bula liya as usual ladies talk ke liye mian bhi drawing room ke sofe par lete lete unki baatein sun rahah tha aur sudha ke baare main soch raha tha. Aur is tarah shuu hui meri sudha ko chodne ki planning. Dhire dhire unka hamari family se strong relation build ho gaya tha . Main jab bhi school se ata. "He's coming back. Deirdre, though he callshimself Scott." It's true; there are obstacles ahead, dark futures to steer clearof..."She knew Seanna was about to answer, knew what she would say, but Unagently put a finger to her daughter's lips. "That's not for awhile,dear, let's not worry of it yet. For now, let's be family."***On the beach, at water's edge, in the sand, Connie sat across from Ula. A salty wind blew their red hair across their faces, gray clouds sweptto shore, and in the. It's just like a thousand thousand bars across the country, only there don't seem to be any men here. Nothing keeps them out. There's no bouncer, no sign saying "Y Chromosomes Stop Here" outside the door. I suspect men do come in from time to time, maybe have a beer, then figure out that they don't belong and leave. But, it's not a lesbian bar. There are no lesbian bars out here. It's just a place that men don't belong.Outside, it's brisk, just cold enough to crinkle my nipples through the thin.