I ignored it. It might have simply been one of the maids or someone else. I returned to my book. Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak Decembe.... The number of days dwindling til the date of my 17th birthday. I expected nothing special. My parents had already purchased me a car. I asked for nothing but they always gave me something. All I wanted in life was a black dress, a wonderful man, and a good book. The tapping continued. Sir, said I, or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore, But. “Claire, we can’t make a woman love him, not the way he is. Yeah, we can find him a whore, buy him one. He might even go for it someway somehow, but he will never give a whit about it, not on any level,” he said.“Rod, we’ve got to figure it out. How to find a true love for him. We’ve got to! For our own sanity, we’ve got to!”“Well, I’m open to suggestions,” he said.“Momma, he doesn’t like me and he never will. I know it,” said Rebecca.“Honey, the feelings of a man are always pretty delicate in. I further lifted up her kurti to remove it. She just broke the embrace and removed it readily.I put a hand behind her back and unclasped her bra. Her breasts were round and firm for her age. They presented one of the most attractive sights with the dark areolas and tits that were hard and perked up. I just caressed her breast, very softly, at a very leisurely pace, feeling the shape and the softness. She smiled and started removing my t-shirt and vest. Now, we were both topless and once again. I was free that day. At about 11.00 am, i received a call from rinkujiji’s mobile. She asked me to immediately come to the guest house and asked me to take an auto or a local taxi and not use the company car. I picked up an auto and reached the guest house. Rinkujiji, opened the door. I was surprised, but later learnt that she had sent the house keeper to her house to finish some work there and stay until she is back home. So that made it. The guest house was empty and just to us. I asked.