I caressed her thighs moving closer to her pussy. Nidhi’s eyes were half closed. As soon as I came near her pussy, I said “ok the other leg now”...Nidhi jerked back to life. She pushed my hands away and turned to her breakfast. “what happened? I teased. “nothing, my tea is getting cold” she replied. I knew she was upset because I did not go further. But I wanted to be prepared.After Nidhi finished her breakfast, we went out to the market. We walked around the ooty market. While she was admiring. “I don’t know,” she said. She looked startled and suddenly much more alert. “Nothing’s wrong,” she lied.“Mamma’s about to go find a switch to take to the both of you,” he said. “You need to talk to either her or me about whatever’s got you two all messed up.”“I said nothing is wrong!” she objected. She sounded almost scared, though, rather than angry.“Yeah, well...” he said. “I’m not buying that, and neither is Mamma, so you two had better decide what you’re going to do, cause you’re making. . it's a sin.” He concluded playfully.“I... I am a servant of God and I will thank you not to be so familiar.” She said allowing some righteous indignation to enter her voice. She also felt shame for having allowed this to happen in the first place. At that moment she hated the Nightmare by Mr. Fuseli. She hated the feelings it had created in her and how exposed it had made her to this lecherous man who did not even seem to care about her Holy Vows. “Please accept my apologies Sister. I've heard this story, are you really talking about Paul Bunyan?"Matilda smiled, "Someone always makes that connection and yes, it's true. That is the true origin of Paul Bunyan. An ordinary man who couldn't keep his dick to himself. Actually, his original last name wasn't 'Bunyan', a writer in the early twentieth-century gave him that moniker, it's a play in on an old French word 'bugne' for a swelling or a growth."Ms. Grace continued, "But we've heard that story since childhood, Paul Bunyan.