I was acting innocent.He asked me if I was okay to get naked in front of him. I replied innocently, “Ya, sure.”He asked me to sleep on the bed. I ...ollowed his order. His hand was coming near my pant but he was feeling shy to open it. By the way, I was wearing a t-shirt without a bra and a short pants. I just said to him, “Open it yaar. Don’t be shy.”He opened up my pant and the underwear. He was opening so passionately like a pornstar. He kissed my thigh but didn’t go down to my vagina. He. The word 'fine' eased my mind somewhat but I still had little desire to spend any time as a captive in some filthy African jail cell. For years I had heard that the greasing of palms was endemic in most of the world and this individual seemed to live an expensive lifestyle, so with some confidence I stood and asked, "Suppose I offered to pay the fine to you now - I wouldn't expect a receipt?" What level of fine have you in mind?" he asked and I was pleased to see that he had picked up on the. She walked to the sink, deposited the glass, and regarded me with an even larger smile. I looked at Dad’s plate and saucer on the table and then swung back to her, waiting for the leisurely walk to begin. Mom didn’t move. She looked up at the clock.“You’d better hurry if you want to touch them. You only have a few minutes.”I leapt to my feet, almost falling over my chair in my hurry to get to her. Mom’s laughter tinkled through the room. I rushed up to her and then stopped, hands hovering over. You will be subject to much teasing and will probably losesome friends." I can't let him get away with it. And everyone will probably find outabout my wearing dresses anyway. I guess I will just have to deal withit."Though what I said I meant, I wasn't that confident about dealing withit."I'm very proud that you feel that way, but I am going to call Aunt Bethto get a legal view."Aunt Beth wasn't really my aunt. She was mom's best friend sincekindergarten. When mom went to med school, Aunt Beth.