She saw that and asked me ‘why are you staring at me ramesh’. I said ‘ nothing akka but what is that’. She replied ‘ those are called breast.... through that only small babies are fed with milk. haven’t your ever sucked your mom’s breasts?’ I said ‘ I dont remember if i sucked akka’ and asked ‘ how does the milk taste? ‘. She asked me ‘ would you liked to taste the milk? ‘I shook my head up and down so fast that she started laughing and asked me to take the other breast in my mouth. I started. They were scary people with jet-black skin and short greasy curls, with heavy golden rings dangling from their long black ears. My wrists and ankles were tied together with leather straps and my dress was ruined. My hair was a mess, my shoes were lost, and I feared the worst. They didn't communicate nor make any other noise. Only the little waves against the body of the canoe were gurgling a simple song in a boring beat. When we reached the other side of the river they stuck a long strong. Don't even get me started on the internet."They tune us out when we tell them to wait. They see the other side of the coin as being interesting. And you know as well as I do that there is always one risk taker in every group – one girl who is sexually precocious by the time she hits fourth grade. She starts wearing lipstick and a training bra. Suddenly she has all the boys looking at her. Then everyone who doesn't live with Attila the Hun is dressing and acting the same way. It was that way in. This person, whoever they were, didn't seem to be the type to kid around. What should she do? Call her parents? The answer to that question was simple. Friday night. They wouldn't be in. In fact, they'd be pissed out their faces by now. They always went along to the social club on a Friday night. The police? That was also simple. Friday night. They'd be far too busy to deal with a petty crime like this. When she called, they'd probably laugh in her face.It seemed her only choice was to keep.