She adjusted her saree so that the hips were in the show while the navel was not visible. She almost made it look like she was coming out after being ...n the middle of work.She wanted to first see the vendor’s reaction before taking this forward. The doorbell rang. She walked out of the kitchen casually as if nothing was amiss. While at the same time juggling her hips to ensure the view of her hips is seductive enough.But her biggest seducer would be her breasts which were displayed as if asking. Her friend Helen was a totally different individual, yet both had come from the same strict environment of the late fifties but in her case she had rebelled very quickly, especially when she entered the State Education System, where it was a mixed society; not the single sex establishment that she had been forced to attend and now for the first time she sensed a whiff of freedom, a freedom to mix with boys, a freedom to let her hair down and above all a freedom to explore the anatomy of the. It contained a lock of my hair, a lavender flower, and a rabbit's foot. I covered the box with the chunk of asphalt. Then I raced to the shoulder to scoop up gravel into my slim fingers and dumped the dusty pebbles into the hole, burying the box.“I think she ran over here!” a man shouted.Fear shot through me. I was barely eighteen. The first seventeen years of my life had been in the idyllic peace of the Theocracy. I never thought I could be this scared. I scurried for the brush, burying myself. It can't be, she thought, watching a familiar body walk into the building. She felt herself tense excitedly as a sixth sense told her it was "him". The "him" she had been trying to get over for what seemed an eternity. The "him" who had torn her down and rebuilt her from the inside out, showing her who she really was. The "him" her body craved, even now, after so long.Acting quickly, before she lost her nerve, she pulled into the lot. Doing a quick clothing adjustment, checking her lipstick,.