It has been a long week, fraught with frustration. I know I have to do something bold. I don’t want to talk with this guy. I want to fuck. I take a ...eep gulp, a breath in, feel my stomach rising and falling. He didn’t sit next to me because he wanted this seat, I tell myself. He sat next to me because he saw me stretching, saw my enjoying myself. And I was going to enjoy myself even further. I place a hand on his knee. He freezes. Fuck. I’m actually doing this. Holy shit. I keep my hand there.. He replied, “Thoda badan garam hai par bukhar jaisa to nahi lag raha.”I blurted out, “Ek kaam karo, thermometer leke aao na temperature check karte hai. Thoda bhi risk nahi le sakte. Zara bhi bukhar raha to problem hojayegi. Muje kal ghoomne jaana hai.” He replied, “Thik hai bitiya.” I quickly added, “Neha.” He replied “Huh?” I added, “Bitiya nahi Neha, ab main badi hogayi hu.” His eyes were widened. He said, “thik hai Neha Madam.” I again added, “Madam nahi, sirf Neha, tum hamare ab ghar jaise. It was a nice visit.Fay's first year went by fast, she was carrying as heavy a class load as they would let her. Team practice was year around. Fay was totally engrossed in school and was so busy she had no time for relaxing or leisure pleasures.Her grade point average was 4.0 at the end of her freshman year.After the end of her first quarter Fay had sought help concerning the loss of her sexuality. One of the foremost "Shrinks" in the country was a Professor at Auburn. Fay made an evening. Sardarji:”tin diavs zale aapan kahich kela nahi”. aai:”aai aata barya zalyat sandhyakali jaau”. sardarji:”mag aata nusta dudh piudet”. asa mhanun to aaila gheun aadgalichya kholit kopryat gela. tithe to khurchivar basla va aaila tyane tyachya mandivar tyachya bajula karun basavli. aaila gharat kahi karayacha navta mhanun ti jara virodh karat hoti aani tyacha chehara dur karu pahat hoti. to matra aaila donhi haatani javal ghet hota aani jamel tasa tichya galyavar manevar cleavage var kiss karat.