I look behind me expecting the clown to still be chasing me, but nothing was there. I can see the doorway that I passed through. The door is closed an... seems to be intact.I don’t understand. Did the door shut by itself or did someone shut it behind me? My curiosity takes the better of me and I open the door slowly and peek my head through. The room is empty besides a few haystacks and a bucket of water in the corner of the room, no wallpaper, no crib and most of all no killer clown.“Where the. Neha: bhaiya aap kya kar rhe ho.Mai: songs sun raha hu, mai iss tarah se baitha tha ki meri thigh uski thigh se touch ho rahi thi,Phr mene pehle apna haath apni thigh par rakha or phr dhire se uski thigh ko touch karne laga, usne meri taraf dekha lekin mene aise behave kia jaise sab kuch anjane me hua h par mene haath nhi hataya or dhire dhire uski janghon ko sehlane laga uske koi reaction nhi dia to meri bhi himmat badi or mene apne haath ka pressure badaya, phr thodi der baad mene songs. "I wiggled next to her. We were on our sides, facing each other, our hands on each other's hip over the blankets, which were covering us to the hip."Have you ever French-Kissed?" I asked, giggling."Sure. It's great." What is it like?" It's not like anything. It's impossible to describe." She said."What does it feel like when someone touches you all over?" I didn't relent, pouring out all the unanswered questions that had been collecting in me."It makes you feel lovely." Pat answered."Would you. Becca and I remained silent as we pretended to focus on the movie. After a couple seconds, the security officer turned around and departed from the auditorium. I breathed a sigh of relief as soon as he left. However, Becca began to giggle. “What's so funny?” I asked her. “Your shirt,” she replied. “It's inside out.” I stared down and noticed that I was wearing my shirt the wrong way. “Aw, come on,” I groaned to myself. “Here, let's fix this problem,” she said. Becca turned towards me and.