Mai pith ke bal niche gira aur wo mere upar giri uski kadak chuchiyan meri chhati se dabane lagi aur mere dono hath uske chutad ko thame huwe tha main... mahasus kiya ki usne blouse ke andar bra nahin pahani thi jab hamari nazar char huyee to wo saram ke mare lal hokar muskurane lagi. Fir banno pehle uthi to unhone apne peticoat ko theek kiya fir apni puri saree utar di. Mujhe sahrm aane lagi to maine muh dusri taraf kar liya to banno boli kyon dinu sharmate ho are jab mujhe sharm nahi aa rehi to. I went through some stuff before, thinking how this week was a waste because everything we were doing was different from what I would be doing next week. There was never any sadness or anything like that. I've enjoyed talking to some of the people in classes of mine and even a couple of teachers but it's not like I'll miss them. If I really want to talk to someone, I've got a phone and email. This is a decision I made that means a lot to me and going to school was actually stopping me from. "You don't have to hit something because you're angry." You look pissed when you're doing that." It's a mindset thing," he said. "I had some decent boxing skills before I joined the Marines. They taught me how to fight and I'm good at it. I'm even certified to teach. Come here, I'll show you how to throw a punch."She approached the bag cautiously.He had her make a fist. He moved her thumb to the correct position and straightened her wrist."See how that makes a line with your fist and your. It took all of his willpower to wrench his gaze from her bountiful body. He set down the small package he was carrying onto the counter and produced a clipboard from his bag."Sign here please" he said, pointedly not looking at the wet dream behind the counter as he handed the clipboard to her. She scribbled her signature, completely oblivious.Tifa slid the package in front of her and untied the bow. Tifa never noticed that it was made of leather because of the gloves she wore. She carefully.