But he felt something strange when he touched the book and its pages. Finally he picked up the small wooden box and opened it. A silver ring with blue...crystals set in the metal was in it. He examined the ring for some moments, feeling the same strange ,but at the same time pleasant, power.Finally, after some more moments, he took the ring from the box and put the ring on his finger. Instantly he felt the power rush through his body, felt how it entered every of his cells, resonating with them.. The church ladies had stared at her.But it was so hot in the sanctuary; a line of perspiration gathered at the base of her neck, under her short red hair, and ran, tickling, down her spine.She hadn't taken her eyes off the priest throughout the mass, in case intense concentration would speed the delivery of God from his words into her soul. He preached to her, in English and the heady tones of Latin, pouring the word of God over her like warm, thick oil.She knelt in prayer, and among the bent. It was so bad it was happening everyday. The bus driver simply ignored it. He enjoyed watching it from the rear view. For the 30 minutes she rode to school each morning, every horny boy took a turn squeezing her perky nipples. By the time they reached the school, the girls shirt was visibly stained from leaking nipple juice and even blood. The girl was in pain for the entire day. After a while, all the boys on the bus felt it was their right to not only squeeze the girls raw nipples but to. One day, when aunt was in kitchen., I planned to propose her like a stubborn innocent,I was waiting for that chance since a long time, just as I saw there was enough time to do that, she was cutting tomatoes’, I went near her and like an innocent I asked ” cooking noodles aunty ” and she replied smiling “yes” then I said,” aunty I want to tell you some thing” she was surprised and asked ” what is it” I said ” I like you aunty, you are so cool and innocent loving person I have ever seen” she was.