He had watched Jeananne get up and move toward the rest room. Jeananne…the object of so many masturbatory fantasies. She certainly wasn’t the pret...iest girl in his class. She was a compact little dirty blond with freckles and an impish smile. They’d only chatted briefly in the past. She had not been unfriendly. He was an athlete and considered a prime dating target. They’d never gone on a date together. His best friend on the football team knew her pretty well. His best friend was in fact. You are, too, They look pretty hot, so rosy and erect. You watch the blades open and see them placed on either side of your right nipple and there’s the uncomfortable feeling again that if he wanted to hurt you, really hurt you he could and you’re powerless to stop him. You see the blades close and feel their sharp edges against the sides of your nipple, tighter, tighter still. It’s increasingly painful and you half-expect to see blood begin oozing from your nipple, but you see the blades open. He didn't pick favorites, he spoke with everyone and was always polite and courteous. He sent me an instant message just to say hello. He introduced himself as John, and said he was from the same area as me, and we discovered he was actually only a few miles away from me in the next town.There was a mystery about him, or at least I felt there was. Perhaps it was because I had never seen his face, perhaps it was because he was someone I might have met on the street and didn't even know it.We. Tab to aapne kuch nahi kaha.Dada ji meri taraf dekh rahe the. Magar unke pass koi shabd nahi the.Main – Dada ji main janta hu. Aap aurto ki jawani ko dekhkar maze lete hai. Aur ye park mein bhi isiliye aate hai. Ye bhi to bas ek aurat hi hai.Dada ji – Beta jiski tu baat kar raha hai, woh teri maa hai. Tu aapni maa ki aisi photo kyu leta hai?Fir maine dada ko sab bata diya. Kaise maine kahani padhi. Aur fir main aapni mummy ka deewana ho gaya. Aur dada ji ye baate sunke mujhse puri tarah khul.