Someone stands behind me, their hand rests on my shoulder. I smile: fulfilled, happy, safe, at peace.They are taking something from me again. The sens... of anger I used to have because I had been stolen. The determination I used to keep inside me, the determination that one day I would see someone again – but I can hardly remember his name anymore. It was a man. Was it my father, or someone else? The sense that I was ... was ... who was I? I have almost forgotten now. Now I am the girl who is. Or han apne comment dena mat bhoolna taanki mai aapko apni or bhi dher sari adventures suna sakun. Because i am a gigolo now. Baat aaj se kareeb 7 ya 8 saal pahle ki hai,mere ghar me mai mere 2 chhote bhai or meri mummy rehte the, mere pita g army me hone ki wajah se bahar hi rehate the saal me ek aadh mahina hi ghar par rehate the. Mai 12th me tha us waqt meri age koi 18 ya 19 saal ki hogi, meri mummy ki tabiya achanak kharaab ho gayi or hamari koi bahan ya kisi or aurat k ghar me na hone k. I remembered as we were doing a project we got uncomfortably close as we were sitting on the small couch.As we were doing our project out of the bush he said ” Amelia, will you do me a favour”. I willingly said, “yes of course”. Then he said, ” are you sure you won’t say no?”. Curiously I said just say it already. He said that he had this crazy idea that he wants to try sexual intercourse with me. I became red , shy and awkward after hearing that. I said no to his face. He begged me and said he. I then release my grip of her throat and rip apart her blouse, revealing a pink, flowered bra. “Take off your clothes” I say. This time she knows I mean it. She slowly removes her clothes revealing her egg-timer shaped body, large breasts, and tight bum. Her blonde hair brushes the tips of her shoulders until a gust of wind comes through the cracks of the barn windows, blowing her hair behind her ears, and erecting her bare nipples. She stands embarrassed and frightened. I move her to a pillar.