Dreams of her poured through my head. She stirred against me causing tingling sensations to pass through my sleeping body. My hand gently cupped her n...pple, feeling it swell unknowingly in response to some deep dreamed touch. I responded unconsciously, hardening as I dream of her. My hands moved in sleep as they would awake, seeking her, needing her. Images of her passed through my dream, glowing in her beauty. She dances through a fog, green silk trailing behind. Her hands outstretched,. Even with no luggage she had less chance to board a bus that day. Now today definitely with these impediments, she can never hope to enter a bus in that rush. She would run with her bags alongside any bus coming inside in an attempt to get in, and then unsuccessfully return to wait for the next one. I watched her pathetic attempts to get into the bus with some amusement and also felt pity at her plight.The lady also noticed me waiting for sometime and she smiled at me. I was confused and kept. ’ He looked up. ‘But thank you for doing what you could for her – I’m grateful.’ I nodded. ‘No problem.’ He glanced at the clock. ‘Do you want to turn in yet? I usually read for a while, but you can go to bed if you like.’ I hesitated. ‘You’re going to think this is a little strange, but actually I don’t sleep.’ He looked puzzled. ‘You mean, like insomnia?’ ‘Kind of. It’s just the way I’ve always been.’ He shook his head. ‘I’ve heard of it, but you’re the first person I’ve met. Well, there are. The next morning, I saw my mom in a different way. I started giving her more time, complimenting on her looks and she was happy hearing all these. One evening when mom and I were returning from market, Kundan Rakesh and Sajid were standing near the society gate. They were passing filthy comments on some girls which my mom saw and she started scolding me for being friend with them which they heard and gave weird look to me and my mom.After that, I got a call from Kundan and started abusing me by.