This tale is my tribute to celebrities and other people who need to get their minds fixed up, and their lives straightened out. It is a satire, like a...l my stories. All opinions expressed by the themes are mine. If you disagree, that is your right and I hope you will excuse me. If I am not as familiar with my subjects as I should be, please correct me if you are more knowledgeable. Any mistakes in this story that were not caught by my editor and other advisors are my responsibility.There are. ? I said, giving her a gentle teasing kiss on the cheek to arouse her further. She breathed in deeply and closed her eyes.?Let’s get you warmed up, Rita.? I continued. I walked over to my bag, and brought out a long piece of wood with metal studs sticking out of them. I laid this on the dining table. ?Okay, come here, and place your breasts on these.??But-they’ll hurt?? she began to protest. I began to toy with my prod suggestively, and hesitantly, she walked over to the table. I stood behind. You wanted me to want you. Finally after all of these years - vindication is mine. After all those things you've said about me - you want me. Period." Things I said about you? Are you joking? We kissed after a 7th grade dance and by the time I got to school the next Monday you had told every one that I was easy and that I let you do whatever you wanted to?"I never said that. You were the one who told all the girls I had a tiny penis and was a compulsive masturbator. It sure looked like 'ole. Now the heroines in this story are Arpita and Parul. Though I got to be with Priya too, that’s a story for another time. Now all our families used to be very close to each other. I and Arvind literally grew up in between all these females around us. Aryan bhaiya used to be old enough to go out and hang with his friends all the time. When I and Arvind, when not out playing, would be between all these ladies as we had no other choice.Now the story happens during a festive season and schools were.