Francesca walks pass the door frame, the door open a little peaks her curiosity, looking through the light of the frame she watches Michael undress, h...s shirt already off, gasping a little as he begins to pull off his black leather belt, sliding down his slim-fit burgundy suit trousers, his clothes in a pile on the floor. A loud creak of the floor boards from outside the bedroom door makes Michael turn quickly catching Francesca looking. Calling her name in a deep, smooth voice, a slightly. It was finally over. Epilogue Thomas parents never got over what had happened. Their daughter had committed suicide after confessing to everything in a letter. Thomas had raped her for months. And he had raped all those other girls. Now he too was dead. Shot himself as the cops busted into the abandoned house. Chad was killed too. He grabbed Thomas gun and was shot down by the police. So his parents had to face the deaths of both children as well. But seeing their daughter raped and mutilated. Neck of most of my churidars are low cut. One day , I noticed Jijo sir was staring at my breast. I did not care and continued with my drawing. After few minutes, sir went out. He returned by 5.30, and I was sitting without completing the drawing due to some doubts. When he came in, I asked my doubt before he occupied his seat. He came to the side of the table and started clearing my doubts. He asked me to draw certain lines. My pencil was in his hands and when he returned the pencil, our. But then, slowly, when I realized you were a fucking poofter, I came to see that it wasn’t my friendship you were after. Just like everyone else, you were after my horsedick! Do you know how many producers, directors, costume and set designers have begged me for this fuckmeat? Do you know how many of the fucking queers acting in these God damned films have slobbered over the thought that they might get a taste of my fucker? Shit, half the old farts in these films are queers. ?Oh Rupert, care to.