"A feeling of deja vu swept over me as I recalled a similar but opposite conversation with Abby four years ago. Abby had thought she could fake the lo...s of virginity."Your mother has told them that you are a virgin and they will check you before the initiation." But I'm scared." Look, come back inside and I'll tell you exactly what would happen if you change your mind and want to be initiated by the time we get there. Then you'll have full knowledge of the ceremony to help you decide what you. "I'm so sorry! I thought..." It's okay," I reassured him, delighted at the level of control I had. I really was going to hell for this stunt. "What I meant," I said, slowly unbuttoning his shirt, "is that you won't be touching Vicky with just your hands." I slid the shirt back over his shoulders to reveal his chest; he hadn't filled out with a man's muscles yet, but he had an attractive, slim wedge shape with a little bit of hair that was just too enticing not to run my hands over."What are you. . I was waiting for the opportunity.And the day came when my parents went to aunts house at morning. Fathima came just after they went. She had a plastic cover in her hand. Asked about my mom. I told her she just left and will be back by evening.Hearing this she sat in sad. I asked what happened . She told that she came for stitching her new blouse. We had a tailoring machine in our home and my mom taught her stitching. So she used to come home if at all she had something to stitch.I told her. I began to regret the skirt and low top, they were not exactly walking attire, I had dressed carefully to go out, wanting to make an impression. I put on my only clean shirt left, I had saved it for just such an occasion. The bright white contrasted with my newly tanned skin, and dipped so low that my bosom would be visible if I should lean over, the blue skirt was loose and flowy, coming down to about my knees, swishing gently as I walked. Now and again I would pick it out of the way of the.