“I wish I had a camera, so I could take a picture of that look on your face”.“How…what…” I stammered, not knowing what to say. Was she gue...sing? Did she really know about Margaret? How much should I tell her? My mind raced through a jumble of thoughts and I could feel my panic start to rise.“Relax, my dear. I’ve known about you and Margaret for awhile. In fact, for a couple of months, now” she laughed. I was feeling like a fool.“How…who…?” I repeated, weakly.“Just a minute, dear, I’ll be right. I told them that the State Department had reassigned my father to Russia. Because of that, I was moving there so I could be with my parents. The State Department didn't want me to embarrass the country, or become an international public display. So they were teaching me the Russian language and culture.Some of them couldn't understand how I could skip out on Japan, but then need to go to the Soviet Union. I told them that when Mom calls I just say, "Yes Ma'am." I knew that it was lame, but I'd. Then, she slipped myfeet into pink 5 inch high heels that matched my dress. Then it was timefor the nails. I could barely walk over to the nail table in the heels. Isat down. As I did a guard pointed a gun at me and told me to sit with mylegs crossed. I did it. The catch phrase of this place could have been"comply or die." "Oh don't mind them." Fanny said as she attached fakenails to each of my finger tips and painted them each a differentcolor. One finger of blue, red, yellow, green, and. We even fucked when we got time. This became usual now and I was like a slut to all those.Within a very short time, I have become very popular in my whole college. Yet I kept privacy. Even the professors of my college came to know about me from the other students. They too looked me with a naughty smile. They sometimes used to flirt with me too. And I too respond them with some hot talks. They even used to touch me on purpose by all the ways possible for them. But no one asked me directly to.