That realization scared and excited me. I studied the image carefully to ensure that there was nothing in the photo that would reveal my true identi...y. I finally convinced myself that I was safe, nothing in the picture could definitively disclose who I was. I read our ad again. My computer binged indicating I had a message. Under the icon messages, I saw a number change from eleven to twelve right before my eyes. Apparently, we had twelve responses already. It was hard to believe. “I don’t have an alternative Simon, not one that would ensure Peter`s life will be comfortable from now on. These sad folk, pay for what they want and pay well if it means I must suffer so be it, the pain can only last an hour or two and it will all be over.” He went to speak but she put a finger to his lips“We`ve all got to die sometime and at least this way it will be of some use, my life so far has been a waste of space!” she kissed him and then in a quieter voice she continued “your someone. I thought.But even my dad asked me to wear that. I was heart broken. I decided to suicide. But Raghu is the only reason and cause for me to live. I went to city because I want to keep my son away from these ridiculous culture and traditions. I’m the only person who knows how much I cried in front of mirror when my son asks me ,”why u don’t wear color dress amma?” What should I tell him. Readers tell about your thoughts about these customs. Leave that we can continue the story.I dunno when I. I could tell this turned him on. I could feel a hard on growing in his pants as he started breathing heavily and trying to adjust himself. I could feel him gazing over my body. I looked up at him with a shocked look on my face. He took my chin in his hand and started to kiss me with such passion. I was shocked at first then I gave in as he started to stroke my leg. He pulled away from me saying, "Kylie, I've wanted you for so long." "What about all the teasing?" I said. "I couldn't let my.