Pretty and mature. She didn't mention any guys in her life. But on the third night, after falling asleep I woke up around midnight to banging and slam...ing at the door. It sounded like someone was breaking in. The doorbell was rang like 15 times too. It stopped and I texted her if everything was okay and she said it was. Then it happened again but much much more worse and aggressive. I texted her again if we should call the cops. She said no. I heard her go downstairs and open the door and heard. Gently, D?ire indicates to her to removeher top. She complies; pulling the tank top from the bottom and peeling it overher head. Her bra follows and she carelessly flings it off, long pretty armsreaching for the sky, small breasts jouncing slightly, their rosy tipselongated and stiff. The evening light lends an almost luminescent glow to herpale skin, lighting it from within, touching a tendril of rosy hue on oneshoulder, lending shadows and softness to her belly and the soft underside ofher. She happened to be in town visiting her parents. We spoke over the phone and decided to meet up for lunch at a restaurant in Manipal.To my delight, Sheena had got another girl Avantika (name changed) along who happened to be her classmate. She was wearing a red salwar suit, wore spectacles and was dressed in traditional Indian attire. But there was a spark in her eyes that really got my attention. We had a few drinks along with lunch and decided to go for a short drive somewhere. The girls. "Was the dance floor crowded?"Tammy nodded, blushing now."Did you like dancing close?"Alarm flooded her face. "Sammy," she whined, "let me go." You like dancing close, didn't you?" Let me go, please," she pleaded."Tell me."Tammy was a senior in college and two years older than me but for that moment I was talking to her like it was Brenda, age eight, in my arms. She looked up and whispered, "Yes." Did you like dancing with me?"Again, she gave me a little-girl stare and again, I mistook her for.