It will be degrading, and mostof my colleagues think you won't make it. I think you are a survivor,however, and I have faith that you will play your ...art. The onlyconsolation I can offer is this: you have no choice but to obey, so tryto enjoy what moments you can."Tristan asked, "And after that first year?" The second year will be more relaxed. You will remain what you arenow, but the humiliation will stop. You will be given quartersbefitting your station, but you will be required to learn. Which was very normal at my age. But I should remember the position my brother held here and also remember, Komola was a maid and a married woman. She smiled and said, I should not feel insulted or frustrated as Komola did not have any indulgence for me. Bhabi told me, Komola actually liked me. She watched me whenever she had a chance. For example she was watching me through the gap of the window as we spoke. I did not answer a word of my bhabi.Later, I figured bhabi was right. Komola used to. Mai apka zada time kharab nahi karunga,To ab story start hoti hai.Ye baat 1 mahine purani hai. Un dino bahut garmi pad rhi thi or us din hamare ghar par light bhi nahi thi. Sab garmi mein mar rahe the or sab ka haal behaal tha. To maine socha kyu na aaj SPA karvayi jaye or fir maine apne friends ko fone kia or unhone mujhe ek acha sa spa bta dia. To maine apni mummy ko kuch bahana maara or fir kaha ki mai apne friend ke ghar ja raha hu padhai karne or fir mai car le kar chala gaya.Fir maine car. “Haven’t you ever heard of foreplay?” I asked, gently kissing her again. Karla swallowed, and said, “The only guy I’ve ever done it with is Anthony, and he thinks foreplay means taking a girl’s pants off.” Her face was close enough for me to feel her warm breath. I could feel a very slight smile on my face, as I said, “Karla, that’s ‘having sex.’ I thought you said you wanted to make love.” “You’re gonna show me the difference aren’t you?” she smiled back.“I’ll try,” I said, as I gently turned.