.this is in her own words……I do sometimes even now get naughty shorty with her……..well now her life in her own words…..Seven years of good m...rriage ….nice husband loving and caring and a little naughty 5 year old kid…nice job and a tension free life.i had everything but still did not find much excitement in my life. Hail from a conservative and orthodox south Indian iyer family with not much scope for any fun during school or while in college. Though I used to secretly hold a crush to a guy. ’ ‘You’re a baby. You know nothing, have no feeling for a guy.’ ‘Shut your wicked mouth you vindictive liar.’ ‘What?’ ‘Oh that’s a line out of a play I did last year. It was actually came during a verbal outburst between two women. Does your mother know you go around trying to have sex with under age females? I’m still seventeen.’ ‘She suspects because I don’t hang around with women and has asked why do I have condoms in my pockets.’ ‘Oh why do you?’ ‘In case I get lucky. Sometimes I do but not. The next day came, and for the first time, our new lifestyle truly affected our regular life. Matt woke up with rope burns around his wrists and ankles. They weren’t bad; they’d probably fade in a day or two, but it was obvious no matter how many times he turned them in the mirror. He had to wear a sweatshirt that was a little too big for him, so the sleeves covered his wrists. It was a little chilly out and the school was always cold, so he could pull it off today. But spring was in full. Lilura won't let us stay away from her," Rhona said. "Each tribda must touch, kiss, or lick her for a while." The ritual is the ritual and I do so love it," Lora said, grinning broadly.Rhona opened her mouth to say something but a faint drumbeat caught her attention. Lora rolled her eyes and turned her head to look at the entryway. A hush fell over the temple. All the tribeswomen listened attentively to the rataplan that grew louder. One of them rose and declared, "The chief is coming!"The.