In high school you would have thought of me as the "all-American girl". No one—and I mean no one—would have thought that I would become the school...slut by grade twelve. I used to wear long—and I mean long—skirts. Big, baggy blouses and sometimes—when I was feeling particularly studious—thick horned-rimmed glasses. I was pretty back then, don't get me wrong. This isn't some "She's So Fine" ugly-duckling-becomes-a-swan story. No, I was hot even with all that extra clothing on. But things. Maine use shirt kolne ko bola or sune utar diya. Suke shirt utar te hi maine use lipat k bed pe leta diya or usk lips pe kiss karne laya. Dhire dhire usne aapna muh chola or maine apni jeeb uske muh me husa k smooch karne laga. Dhire dhire hum dono ek dure k muh me apna jeeb andar bahar kar k honto se kheel rahe the. Usne aapne aankhe band kit hi or wo maje le raha tha. Maine uske jeans k zip k andar haanth dal k uska lund nikala to mere haanth se ek moota or lamba 7” louda sanwale rang ka. It took me a hard day, even following an old logging trail, to get around the mountain to where I wanted to be. Once I got there it was dusk, so I set up my tent, got something to eat and settled into my sleeping bag. I was so beat I immediately fell asleep.In the morning I had some dried meat and some water. I cleaned up the camp a bit, left the tent and bag there and set out to where I had a deer blind. It was a good spot overlooking a meadow with lots of grass and a small spring off to one. "Good girl! Now it's time for you to make your decision, you know where the door is, I'll be upstairs in my bedroom. If you decide to stay, bring up the wine, Columbard I think today, and do take your shoes off!"Sara turned and went upstairs leaving Ceri alone, her heart beating strongly as she surveyed her surroundings. The house reflected its owner, immaculate, classy, expensive. What did she mean rewarded financially?Ceri wasn't poor but like most, could always use a little extra. She looked.