Instantly, my nervousness began to fade. Releasing the final white button from its hole, I teasingly held the blouse closed for a brief second before ...ulling each end apart. Thrusting my bra-covered breasts forward, I shrugged it from my shoulders and let it float to the floor. And all the time, I could hear the sound of the camera clicking… The blue pencil skirt went next. Each of my actions were theatrically exaggerated as I undid the button, zip, and then slid it slowly down my thighs before. She had told Madeleine and Dee of her visions, in happier times. Neither Tsanja nor Madeleine could see any of this becoming a reality now, as they were all trapped, waiting to be consumed.At least it would not be painful.Tsanja was a large woman, but her tummy was now beginning to show the evidence of her pregnancy.Although Madeleine saw this as evidence of Penn's infidelity, she had enough empathy to realise that Tsanja probably felt much like herself. Under siege, their lives under threat,. My teacher was nice, she taught me plenty of things my first day, not all the boys were staring at me, mostly the older boys I passed on the way to class. But I was used to staring by then.One day, a few weeks in to my first time in sixth grade, I had to use the bathroom. My teacher told me to go out the hall, down to the first door on my right.I followed her instructions but couldnt find the bathroom, after a few minutes of searching, a tall older boy saw me and asked "whats wrong?" I replied. I used to pass comments like “Your panty is the luckiest thing on this earth”, “Can I eat your nipples and smooch ur lips”, “wow your boobs are amazing, wonder what they will look like without the bra”Janaki had started suspecting that i was using obscene words when i was speaking to her in English. One day when she was drying clothes in her balcony i called her to my terrace. She said she would come in the evening. I told no, come now, its urgent.She was lil worried as to why i was calling her.