I request you all not to mail me asking email, phone number and location of a story character.Myself Harshana Singh, I’m 18 and a half years old fro... Rajasthan. I’m a chubby girl, with 34 sized breasts, chubby cheeks, thick thighs, thick butts, pink lips and dimples on cheeks. My family is very conservative. So, there’s lots of pressure from their side.Not to go out, stay at home, not to talk with boys, don’t have a boy as a friend. The pressure made me a coward and lacked my confidence in. They talked about what Jim witnessed, Aaron not sure he could believe such a tale. The conversing slowed after that, and Jim sat quiet and trusting, until the car turned into the driveway of the Bacchanal Festival Grounds.As soon as Jim saw and read the road sign posted at the driveway entrance, he about leaped out from the car to the road as if to run back to the apartment.“No…, no, no, no, no-way; am I going with you down that road, into a satiric festival!” Jim said to friend Aaron, as one. She would put nothing past that crazed and vicious pair and felt herself to be anything but out of the wood, just yet.The still shaky Veronica sat herself on the sofa and the old man settled himself into a comfortable armchair, smiling at her perspiring and travel stained body, with its grazed and weeping knee.Five minutes later, the woman and a couple of men came in."I think I put them onto a false scent, Sir! I told them she'd run straight through the house and over the wall of that disused. I’ll be in and around the house mostly, and if there is any problem, you can call me. Or if that raggedy old baler breaks,” she added quickly.“Good idea. Thanks. What about if I get horny? Can I call you then?” "Absolutely not,” she said with a twinkle in her eye. “If you get horny, you’ll have to suffer, just like the rest of us. I'm not some brazen hussy, you know”“Well, in the past couple of days, you sure had me fooled,” Terry quipped.“I’m as pure as the driven snow, and according to at.