" Ist es also dir?" Solche Diskussionen waren in den letzten Tagen sehr h?ufig."Nein, mir ist es nicht." Dann wird es wohl mir sein." Tr?gst du denn S...hleifen?" Das wei?t du doch." Ja, aber die anderen sehen anders aus." Was soll man dazu noch sagen?Viel sp?ter, nach dem Abendessen, sa?en Sandra und ich auf der Couch, und waren zu nichts weiter f?hig als ein wenig Fernsehen."Kinder, fertig machen f?rs Bett."Kurz darauf. "Papi, darf ich sehen, wie die Schleife bei dir aussieht?"Ich war ziemlich. One moment she was racy, another haughty, bourgeois, a little distant. It was obvious that she had experience of life and men. I imagined her to be a mother, sexually frustrated by an older husband leaving her behind. A married woman attracted by the image of a younger body that at least I can now show her. And then at times these almost c***dish attitudes, this body so firm and fresh that she could be a teenage girl, one caught being naughty and with her face blushing with shame. It's as if. And again Anna did not move. I noticed when I smacked her left breast her breathing changed. I tore a hole in her bag big enough for my hand to grasp her by the chin and asked Anna are you okay. and she replied in the softest sexist voice I have ever heard yes. I gripped her chin rough enough to squeeze her face and said Anna are you going todo everything I tell you to do and she again softly said yes. God I was so hard. The things I was going to do to her...I asked her if she would run away or. This was the moment Rakesh, lost his heart to her beauty and smile. Suddenly he noticed the car had started and moved past him, but he was able to see the number which was inscribed in his mind.Now that Rakesh was under the spell of Veena’s beauty, he started loosing interest in his daily routine activities. He would not reply to customers and his friends and at times would not even remember to have food. Things were getting worse day by day for him.He wasn’t interested in earning anymore and.