Twisting, curling hair long enough that some reached over the hem of his pant leg, twisted over the top of his white sweat sock. Those inches of hair... skin had been the focus of my attention through nearly the entire chemistry lecture... and the source of the pulsing hardon in my own slacks. It was also the root of the churning, horny folding and flutter from my rectum, up past my taint, swallowing my balls and coursing around my tumescence and fanning across my abdomen and into my chest. If. Probably they’re what white men prefer.”“Even in Sri Lanka they always seem to want girls to be fair,” she said in a hurt tone. “People say I will never find a husband because I am so dark. There are girls who go to Colombo for skin lightening treatments, but I could not afford—”“Manjula,” he said quietly, turning around to face her, “there is nothing wrong with your colour. You are more beautiful than any of these girls.”He began to sing another Tamil song. Translated, it started simply, “I am. Despite you are repeating your last year of high school and at this rate are not likely to make it through this time, you have spent your days and nights fucking anyone who even hinted at wanting to. All the while your belly expanded, and your outfits seemed to shrink until you are just barely under dress code. Although your first pregnancy had you scared so you turned to the hospital, after the second one slid out on a night you were by yourself, you figure why bothering with this one. You’ve. The thought of Nettie in the arms of another man drove me crazy, and for a time I lost all faith in women. Over the next six months I deliberately embarked on a number of sordid affairs with fellow female students and one or two married women. I did not really care whether I was a marriage buster, or whether I was making them pregnant, or what happened to them afterwards. In hindsight it was almost as though I was getting my revenge on the whole female race.All this time strangely I never rally.