.. topless? Here? Now!? You’re drunk already.” I smile, waving my finger, take another sip.“Yeah” she giggles, “Not here. Somewhere else.”...��Yeah maybe. Without people. And--”“But I would be around!”“You are not people. You are Adrianne. That I can handle.”After maybe 40 minutes I am totally relaxed, I’ve drunk about half of this gigantic glass, yet I feel the buzz already. The sun is loving me; I stretch my glistening body a little bit more. And more guys are passing us, now between their. I began reading online stories on many websites, signed up for many forums. The number of Indian girls on them was negligible. Finding one in Bangalore was even rarer. But I kept my hopes high and kept searching. One day I received a strange response in my inbox on one of the forums, it was from someone named Natasha. Curious enough I opened it. It said she was from Bangalore and she would love to take me as her partner, but on her conditions. By this time I had been frustrated enough to lend. Now she could see someone laying on the desk where she had been all week long. Mr. Newnen kept pumping in time with Coach sending shivers through Little Piggy's body. Her eyes rolled back and she felt weak. The door opened further. That's when she heard a snort. Like her mother when dad was all the way in her throat. She opened her eyes and there where Mr. Newnen usually stood was her dad.'Oh daddy!' she shouted and her spasms overcame her. Coach Gray and her daddy were treating her mom like. The short canes, bamboo and stiff with small iron rings around the knots of its form. Plain bamboo, those he had experienced, lightly used last time, but savage if used sternly. The carved wooden prods. Each the shape of a gnarled prick in sizes that went from the thickness of a little finger to the breadth of his arm. Those, he had not tasted the use of. Then there were the whips. A western tool of agony that lay curled in sinister sleeping serpents. He could see the glisten of the metal beads.