The fifteen minute drive and its stop & go traffic enrages me. I need to get home. Don't they know my panties are soaked?!?I whip into the driveway at...startling speed, grab my purse and rush into the house. I drop my bag by the door and head to the bedroom, leaving a line of clothes in my wake. Shoes, jeans bunched in a pile, my blouse tossed on the couch, bra on the floor, my very wet panties on the bed. My already hard nipples seem to stiffen more with the cool air. We keep our toy collection. Mujhe mummy ne sham ko bola main to jaise asman pe tha.To raat ko dinner ke baad main gaya calling bell mara to aunty me darwaja khola aur woh eak sarre main thi. Woh mujhe dekh kar khuss ho gayi aur ghar ke andar bulai unhone mujhe gale se lagaya. Normally mujhe woh waise greet karti hain ghar main koi aunty aur mere siba koi nahin tha to aunty ne mujhe unke bed main sone keliye insist kiya aur raat ko haam eak hi bistar main beth kar batain karne lage. To aunty saree change karke ayi aur boli. My silence was annoying her, I could tell. We were well out of the school gates now, heading towards the park.‘No wonder you don’t have any friends, Little Miss Prissy. I’ll tell you what, if you don’t answer me, I’m going to give you a bloody good hiding myself! Teach you a lesson in manners! I’m sure I could dole out a thrashing just as well as the Headmistress!’Why did she have to call me that? I hated that name, along with all the others I got called. And yet, I could feel a strange flutter. How well this woman knew me! She had known that morning that what I needed most was sexual release to the point of exhaustion; now she knew that it was a different kind of release that I needed. “I’ve been watching you, baby,” she murmured into my hair. “I haven’t asked. But tell me.” And I just let it spill out: the horror of knowing that more than a hundred people had died in the collapse of a single building; of my own paralyzed terror as I sat at my desk in my swaying office, unable even to.