They say when you are unlucky, disasters come in heaps.Suddenly, I saw our PT (Physical Trainer) teacher enter. His name was Kishore, and we students ...ould call him ‘Kishore Sir’. For this story, I shall call him ‘Sir’.I tried to hide my face. But he looked up and leisurely walked up to the top. I could not believe my eyes. My heart was beating hard against my chest.He came and sat in the seat by my side. Later, I came to know that he had seen me at the college gate and noticed that I had. ‘Hello Cheryl,’ I adjusted my glasses to take a better look at her. ‘You’re looking exquisite today. Are we celebrating something?’ ‘Your birthday,’ she said, leaning forward to kiss me. I turned my cheek, assuming the kiss was sisterly but she went for my lips instead. The kissogram started out as light and effusive but somehow, our tongues tangoed in a French kiss. ‘My, oh my!’ she exclaimed when we disengaged. I was slightly embarrassed as I assumed I had initiated the kiss. She didn’t. If your name were to be told to a group of people, it's likely that a few of them would know of you or have at least heard of your name somewhere before. You're very satisfied with where you are now in your career, you love to write and to be acknowledged.Appearance-wise, you are five feet, eight inches tall with lightly tanned skin and dirty blond hair. You are almost always seen wearing a black suit with a dress shirt as purple as your eyes, though today you've decided to wear a simple,. Jason was reluctant saying it was wrong for brothers and sisters to do that. I told him the truth how I had fantasized about them both taking me, using me like a woman should. It would be our secret and one that we could easily keep. I mentioned that I was on the pill something my mother would have been horrified over as she is a good catholic who did not believe in contraception. Luckily I went to see a doctor with out her knowledge when my periods were heavy and painful. He.