Rakesh approaches her removing his backpack and sits to console her. He placed his hands on her shoulder and moved his body closer.Rakesh: what is wro...g seema? You can tell me. Trust me.Seema: (sobbing) it’s nothing Rakesh… I’m stressed that’s it.Rakesh now started to massage her shoulders in an attempt to relax her. He goes to her ears and whispers: tell me seema. I promise you to find the solution.Seema was now enjoying the warmth of Rakesh’s hand on her shoulder. She looked into Rakesh’s. It was a type of distant rumbling gurgle almost continually from deep inside her body. This I conclude d was the sound of Her digestive juices doing their work on the meal She had recently eaten. These noises were a great turn on for me, and made me wonder what it would be like if She possessed magic powers, and could reduce me in size until I was about 2 inches tall, pop me into Her mouth, take a drink, and swallow me whole and alive down into Her stomach. Once there She would use Her magic. "Look at me."I do, slowly. I take my time and you don't rush me. I'm embarrassed and can't really look at you. You hold my chin steady throughout. "Who are you?" you ask. My throat goes completely dry. Up until then I never had to say it out loud. Ever. Least of all to your face. It was an online fling, I never thought of a possibility beyond that. I'm not prepared for this surprise at all. I struggle to get the words out. I want to take my face from your hands, bury it somewhere so you don't. ."Kriste stood for a moment longer looking down at him and then turned to go, saying over her shoulder, "I'll meet you in town at the Blue Bird. Why don't you get us a room?"Kriste hurried back to her dorm room, a vicious case of butterflies beating around in her stomach.Darleen was dressing for that night's date. "You meeting Ron in town tonight, Darleen?"Her roommate grinned and nodded. She was pulling on one of her short skirts, which barely covered her bottom. Kriste wondered how she could.