Like, what if they laughed at me or said "no."During lunch one day the group of my friends sitting at the same table gotto talking about which girls w...re cute, and which were stuck-up, and whichwere "going steady" with someone else."When you going to ask Allison out, Alex?" one of them asked me. "I knowyou like her, like, you're always staring at her."I just blushed, and mumbled something, and stared down at the plate ofwhatever mess the cafeteria was serving that day.Actually though, the. My mother was inside with my dad, who, even in his hospital bed and gown, thought we were all being way too serious about this. We sat around and talked as long as the nurses thought proper, and then they shooed us out, telling us he needed meds and rest. My mother was beside herself and my sister spoke to her softly in the backseat as I drove us all home. After we put my mother to bed (she literally fell to sleep), Monica and I went downstairs to watch TV. The hour passed mindlessly, the two. While walking me intentionally hurt my leg, but softly and shouted loud as if I had hurt badly. He came to me, I said, I can’t walk, take me to the bed. He lifts me and put me on bed. While he was lifting me I intentionally tried to remain lay on floor so while he lifted me his hands got in my salwar and his hands touched my bare waist. I had fall my dupatta so I can know he really had lust. My one side strip of kameez had fallen on below my shoulder. He laid me on bed. As he put me I shouted. I knew that with her looks there would be plenty of guys interested, and even though I wanted to watch, I quickly agreed. She asked if I was disappointed that I could not be in the room with her when she did it. I told her, yes, I was a little disappointed, but if I could sit in the bar while she got picked up and if she would tell me everything that happened while she was alone, I would be happy. This would be better than just talking about it, because now I would have a face to go with my.