I am 29 years old. This incident happened when I was 18 years old. I come from a middle class family. We used to stay in a 2 bedroom apartment in Bang...lore when this incident happened. Next to our house we used to have a family consisting of a couple and their two kids. The husband was a moron. Although he used to make quite a good amount of money, he used to spend most of it on partying. He used to come home very late everyday and pickup a fight with his wife, Shobha for very silly reasons. I was very much held up in work so once in two weeks, we used to meet for dinner or weekend lunch outside, where she dresses very normally.Later we shared our mobile numbers and sometimes we texted with a normal good morning and good night and started sharing forward messages. Sometimes, to try my luck, I’d send her double meaning forwards which she simply replied with a emoji and I didn’t tell my friend about it and she didn’t either.We planned to have Booze over the weekend as he had a habit. It was nearly six months that we have shifted to Varanasi.It was Thursday morning, Sushil was teaching Sonia. My phone rang. It was an unknown number. I said, “Hello”“Hello Babes”, A sexy voice of a lady came from next side.“Hmm who’s that?”“So you don’t even recognize me now?”Suddenly I remembered that only Dimple used to call me Babes, I was very surprised.“Hey Dimple, is that you?” I said“So at last you recognized me Rina”“Yup baby, how are you and how is Ravi and how did you get my. .," he comes closer to me, now sounding quite serious, "I get what I want because I know I can get what I want. That's how it works. It's me, I got that something in me; I want something, so I get it." Mhm..."The good news is, on this pen-drive, there were only three photos, all similar; Emma and me, the guys; naked, covered tits. But the fact, there aren’t there any of the much, much more embarrassing photos of me from that time—and there could’ve been—doesn’t cheer me up really. Those fuckin'.