Mene kaha “ mam mujhe apse tution padhni hai.” Vo boli “ abhi tum pehle hi student aaye hoye isliye kuch din wait kro. Par me natak krne lga aur...bola “ mam jab tk baki nhi aate tb tk me apni padhai ka nuksaan kyu kru”. Uss ne pehle thoda socha fir muskura kr boli acha theek hai aaj sham 5 baje aa jana. Mujhe pta tha shuru ke dino me acha moka tha mere liye.Aur me sham ko thik 5 bje uske btaye pate par pohnch gya. Usne ek ghr kiraye pe liya tha aur vaha padhane wali thi. 5 minute me voh bhi vaha. I’m going to start very gently. Ever had your scalp massaged?”“I’ve never even heard of that!”“Lie face down.” I rolled over, my face in the cutout. “Relax and close your eyes. Ada is here and will do some other pleasant things.” I felt her strong fingers working into my scalp. After a bit, she murmured, “I’m going to put a vibrator on the back of my hands, not directly touching you but you’ll hear it. You’ll feel it through my fingers.”Mom spoke. “I’m going to put some warm moist towels, not. He overpowered me. I was groped by him such that I couldn’t move even a bit.He had caught my hands and waist together while he smells my neck, I was still struggling to get off from him. I was yelling and pleading him to spare me. He was in no mind to heed my requests. He was going aggressive and trying to convince me saying, “Bhabhi don’t ignore yourself, you need this. I know it by your eyes.”He planted kisses on my cheeks and neck, he had tied my legs with his legs, he pulled my hands. “Oops. Sorry. Door was open, so I let myself in." Marco said.Marco was a fit young Italian guy from two doors down. He worked nights at Tops Bakery, making the next day’s bread. His wife, a paralegal at Jimms, Tale & Wesseley. Marco was of average height, with a swimmer’s build. Black hair and blue eyes. Full firm lips. Sicilian.He was wearing black boots, tight bell-bottom jeans, and a denim shirt with the sleeves rolled high on his arms.'This guy looks like he just stepped off Ellis Island,'.