"Eve told me she gave her students an assignment to write about what they did over the Summer break. It was mostly just an exercise to measure their w...iting skills. She really didn't care about what they did over the Summer. Most of the stories were boring anyway. But then she read one from a new student, a seventeen-year-old girl." Her name was Amanda. Her story wasn't about traveling or family get-togethers and such. No, her story was much, much different." How so?" I asked, almost wishing I. But the bed room upstairs is a wonder. It is so nice it will look like Indraloka." ( It means the room will be splendid and beyond comparison).I asked "can I see it?"She replied " no — the key is not with us. It will be only used for putting high ranking persons like ministers or political big shots. It has got facility for making blue films also and a lot of blue film cassettes are kept there"I was immediately tempted and asked " are there any blue films I can see?"She said " in these rooms it. Precisely I pull on to my driveway. It’s my favourite time of day and my pulse races with anticipation. I open the car door, hitch my skirt up a little and swing my legs out. I know you’ll be watching and I want you to see my shapely calf muscles, enveloped in black nylon. My pantyhose are new. I chose them with you in mind. Do you like them? They’re sheer and make my legs look silky and slender. I look sexy, don’t you think? Especially when I wear them with my favourite black stilettos.I ease. ‘I am, yes! Just after breakfast.’ ‘I shan’t meddle with you and Jonathan then,’ Joy said with a serious nod at Jonathan. ‘Sandrine says we mustn’t bother the grownups on their own time.’ ‘Well, Sandrine is a very wise lady, isn’t she?’ Elizabeth said, suppressing a laugh, as she knew Jonathan was also doing. She handed the drawing back to Joy. ‘Here you go, darling.’ ‘It’s for you, Auntie Elizabeth! I want you to remember me when you and Jonathan get married and I go off to the mountains!’.