Then tears started to well in her beautiful eyes. ‘chchee, I never thought you will speak to me like this.’ She didn’t say anything afterwards. ...he kept her face down and she didn’t speak to me. I felt that I did a horrible thing and I should not have done that. It seemed that she was agitated very much and the thought that she might tell my mother struck my mind. I really got scared. Sumechi, please forgive me. It was my fault. You mustn’t tell this to mother.’ I pleaded.She kept quiet till we. . work your tongue like that some more ... uhmmmm ... ohhhh ..."Nikki Richards took another look around her, feeling the blood begin to race a little more hotly through her veins, to begin pounding at her temples.There was no one around. She had been coming down the thickly foliaged pathway that ran behind some of the cabins, on her way back to the office after a brief stroll through the woods. She could not only not see anyone from where she now stood, but the area was so overgrown with shrubs. Regular updates of both Canadian football and the NFL, weather across Canada, the Winter Olympics as well as poetry and story ideas kept me slightly perplexed as to the gender of my fan.I didn't want to push it and waited until the day they revealed that tit-bit of information of their own accord.Then a message arrived that had me spilt into two minds. They were traveling with a friend to South Africa for the World Cup and would be in Sydney for close to 40 hours.The flight arrives on a Tuesday. The skirt was a tan and white plaidwith two inch pleats that was above my knees a little. The blouse wastan, short sleeved, and fit just right. Once I had that on, mom gave methe brown flats to wear and took me back to her bedroom where shefinished doing my hair. I had a small bow on each side, those clip onkind, and my hair fell in bangs across my forehead while the back andsides framed my ears and face. Then came the lipstick, a pale plumcolor, and some brown and white earrings. Mom let me.