It was very satisfying to see some of my wards reach the highest awards in Scouting in India. One of the girls who was a Girl Guide was a girl calle... Lakshmi. She was a very pretty little girl who had a soft spot for me in the sense that she was always impressed by my skills and my teaching methods. I was quite strict though, and sometimes she was on the receiving end of my punishments. Well, life went on, I realised that Lakshmi was a special girl, and I looked forward to the day when we. To get it confirmed I again asked him to give a head point of the last question. He again called me pressing my left breast. I was now sure he was doing it purposely. I was angry and was waiting to yell at him. After the exam, I said to him to wait. I wanted everyone to move out of class and I could yell at him.As everyone went I went to him and yelled, what the hell is wrong with you. You could have called me tapping my shoulders or instead of breast. Yash replied it was very soft. I slapped. He kept looking at her during sermon, not doing anything more than a smile or smirk that dad and John picked up on, dad asked mom did she notice and she slipped him the note, it read the minister has found out about your talent for sucking black men's cocks, wants you to come to At Risk black youths meeting tonight, be sure to dress special for him. She wrote that dad slipped note to John then slid his hand up her leg and squeezed her cunt, John did same after reading note, mom wrote she looked. It turns out those are two separate things, one physical, one emotional. Who knew?I didn't bother to wipe the tears or stop them; I looked up at my former lover, dropped my shoulders in defeat, and finally spoke directly to him."Why?" It was all I could think of to ask. I couldn't get the rest of the words out. Why did you break my heart, why did you walk away, what did I do to make you believe I could be that monster, why are you tormenting me now?By the saddening of his carefully controlled.