Her husband was in railways. At that time she was living near to our house. I always notice her dressing especially saree. She dresses in a seducing s...yle. At the age of 16, I started the reading of sex books and watching blue films. She was my heroine all the time. Even now she is living evergreen in my dreams. She was living with one of her relatives who is studying for ba. He has a muscular body and looking very smart. He was in the outhouse. We were good friends, thus share several secrets. He shook his head. “Come on, Matt. Just tell me. Is it this?” I asked pointing at the bandage on my face. He sighed and stopped. He sat down on a ledge on the side of the street. I walked towards him and stopped a few feet in front of him. “I’m so sorry. I feel like shit. I was trying to make this a great first concert. I was trying to make it perfect, I wanted it to be unforgettable” “Well unforgettable is one thing it definitely will be,” I said as I slowly smiled. “Not funny.” He didn’t look. You are nothing. I sank deep into the weight of my depression and buckled up for the long descent. *** I peeked at the clock from under my blanket. I felt the warm rays from the sun heat the room, so I knew it was daytime. I just wasn’t sure which day it was. The only time I left the bed was to pee and drink water. I was starving, and extra-strength funky. I threw the blanket to the floor and unfurled my stiff limbs. My body was sore, but otherwise I felt okay. Not perfect, but at least the. My coat opened on my lingerie, i felt tourists’s eyes following me, desapproving my wearing. Mauro bring me to the coffee room where four colleagues were there in break.- Look guys, here is my Canadian slut. It’s her birthday! Let’s give a her present.- You lucky guy, where have you found that whore, she is so slutty, says one man pinching my boobs. You want to suck italian cocks bitch?- No it’s a mistake, i was forced to come here.- No way you were forced bitch, as he fingers my pussy. See?.