”She laughed. “They’ll never believe that. Fishing is very good in these parts.”“Oh, they’ll believe me,” he said confidently. “I’ve...never been fishing in my life. You could fill a book with what I don’t know about fishing.”“You’re joking,” she said. “You’ve never been fishing?”“Nope,” he said.“Well, you can’t lie to your parents,” she said firmly. “That’s not right. You’ll just have to go fishing, like you said.”“I don’t even have a pole,” he said helplessly.“Then you’ll have to use mine,” she. .I smeeled something… They all started drining and staring at Ridhi….Ridhi had a sip and we all were talking…We understood black guy had told all to them about yesterday night…and All were looking at Ridhi like a whore..one of the guy told…when do we start the show Thomas? I was shocked but we came to know black guys name was thomas..Ridhi: What show Thomas you never told us.Thomas: Its all by you and you are one who is going to give showRidhi: What showThomas: Same what you did yesterdayMe:. It was simple. A blow pop. The exact wording and phrasing however, was genius, or so I thought until I found out I was her puppet all along. I told her that her question was. ‘…a hard one. There’s a lot I want, but most of it is bad for me. I have to learn to control my appetite. How about a blow… pop.’ The ‘hard one’ is an easy innuendo to get a giggle from, but it doesn’t seem deliberate. Referring to my appetite made her think about a conversation a week prior where we discussed libidos and. I have been through that stress multiple times. However, Sharmell hasn’t. Luckily, in that class we had concept called a “guaranteed grade” based on quizzes, attendance, etc. The “guaranteed grade” was the grade you would get at the end of the semester. That grade was a “B.” That was way more than enough for me. I attended almost every class. She didn’t. Eventually, her “guaranteed grade” would be in danger due to attendance.So, one day after class she asked me, “So, you still got that.