I was left alone with dad. Dad was on the bed and pretended to sleep and got up as soon as he made sure that mom left. He took the car and went straig...t to the chemist and bought a packet of condom.Dad asked me to wear saree which I mostly wore in parties or celebrations at the office. He came back while I was dressing up in my room. He checked on me and I said, “Dad, I will come to your room when I am ready.”I dressed up in a red saree with a sleeveless blouse. Inside the dress, I wore. I can’t watch this. How can they?Brian pulls the woman up by her hair. Then slams her against the cupboard once again, her face now smeared with a mixture of blood, tears and make up. He doesn’t let her fall back to the floor, though, but keeps her up.“Now…” he whispers into her face. I can imagine the smell of tobacco in his breath. “Let’s try and get to know each other. I don’t like to get intimate with strangers. You first. Who are you?”It’s easy to imagine that her first reaction is not to. Even if it’s just a bit of cotton gauze, or a piece of bandage, it can cause problems if that’s left inside.”“I hope if I ever need major surgery, whoever is responsible for checking all the stuff makes sure that nothing gets left inside me! Maybe I need to make sure if I end up in hospital I have you nursing me.”“You do realize there are two meanings to the word ‘nursing’?” Lori said. “You do know that ‘nursing’ is what a mother does when she feeds her new born infant.”“I could do that to you. I feel something slither down my chest, between my breasts and down to my thighs. It is hard, yet soft and smells of leather and oil. It is pulled away, then a light stinging slap on my thigh, then the other. Over and over again until I can feel the heat and sting spreading up and down the insides of my thighs. I try to close them then stop, remembering the warning not to move. My mouth opens in a pain filled moan and the slapping stops. My head is jerked back roughly. I can feel my braid.