I am jaggs. This story is about my music teacher. My music teacher’s name is Subhalakshmi. She is my neighbour. She is from Chennai and I used to lo...e her company. It was my hobby to ogle at her sexy body. That was when I told my parents I wanted to learn to play some musical instruments. They both agreed and told me to go to Subhalakshmi’s house. So she started taking class for me on evenings, daily. She tutored the other students on Wednesdays and Saturdays.We had gotten really close to each. In spite of the rage toward her cheating husband there was no doubt she was also turned on. He took her from behind with no problem, thrusting his trusty weapon deep into her womb. He shook all over as he climaxed pushing his body to hers and pinning her to the table. Then, just as sudden as he had taken her, he was gone. Staying in character he was gone like a thief in the night. Margaret was livid as she pulled her tights up and pushed her costume back down. She was too upset to even go. "We are almost there Rasheena," Mel whispered barely above breathing volume. Avriel touched the Lios back to indicated she had heard. Two days she had planned this rescue. She had spoken to every one of the Lios and asked them innumerable questions. They had cooperated although some of the questions they didn't understand the reason for and some they had no answer for. The Lios' who had made the cavern home had begun referring to her Rasheena, the female term for leader as Rashak is for men. At. Surprisingly, Houseboy never gave me his two cents worth. I guess he didn't need to, my imagination was working overtime without any taunting from him.It was Friday evening, and Lori still hadn't mentioned ‘it’ to me. I was out in the pole barn putting Tinker-bell away for the winter. We had taken her for a nice drive last Sunday afternoon, but fall was setting in, and it was time. Lori called me in for dinner as I pulled the last corner of the Tinker- bell’s cover tight, then I lovingly patted.