It was opened and I found Malika after 10 years. We were students in a co Ed school and she was very fond of me. I joined college while she had to joi... B Ed. As time moved on I joined in a company while she became teacher in a government school of our native. We did not meet for years and I heard from a friend that Malika got married and her life was hell. When I visited my home town I asked for her address and got it. Malika was shocked Rajan? I said yes. Rajan please come in, she opened the. My hair was just this wild auburn flame around my face and I grabbed a comb to try and tame it. Usually, I tied it at the neck into a knot or used a ribbon to make a sensible ponytail but for today I decided to leave it loose. "Alright done!" I shouted and ran downstairs to grab my coat and bag. "I'm late. Gotta run!"Mom was just coming down the stairs and I gave her a quick hug and peck on the cheek."Bye, see you later!" And with that, I was out the door and gone.I was late.The clock had gone. I sat there for a while as my legs regained composure. The door opened and the secretary slipped in. “all went well, I hope?” she said sitting by my side.“Yes “ I said, feeling exhausted, while I contemplated putting my clothes on and driving two hours home. The thought made me feel sick.“Would you like to come to me flat and have a rest?” she asked rubbing my cum soaked nylon leg, “you can drive home later or tomorrow”, she added with a wink.As I had had a great day so far, and I was never one. When you learn to drive the tractor you will be taking hay and other things to Mrs. Grinsted and you can bet you are going to be one fucked little white boy. Now you better get in that house and get you some food cause you gona need your strength.At the mention of food my belly started sending signals thinking my throat been cut. Food was the last thing that had been on my mind since my last meal. I took off in a hurry to get my supper. I went in the kitchen door after scrapping my brogans.