Naked before me, her skin a flawless velvety brown from head to foot, she reminded me of erotic drawings in which women's curves are exaggerated beyon... the natural.My fingers gently but firmly rotated her on the spot so I could examine her from every angle. "Please, sir," she begged as the scrutiny continued (I had told her my name but endearingly she continued to address me as if she were still waitressing at the garden party); "I'm so confused but I need you, sir." Soon, little one," I. Eagleton,’ Tim said, ‘What can you tell me about Mr. Morris?’ A stunned look appeared on the principal’s face. ‘Ben? Why…why are you asking me about him?’ he stammered. ‘He’s one of our new teachers, a fine young man, one of the most gifted educators I’ve seen in a while. He…he seems to have developed excellent rapport with the kids. Why do you want to know about him?’ ‘The victim told your janitor Morris was the one who did this to her,’ Tim replied. ‘Oh, God, no!’ the principal gasped.. And after playing for an hour or so, I used to spend time chatting with Deepthi Akka (sister) before going home. Her husband, that is my cousin, had a hardware business.He used to go to his shop at 8 am and return by 8.30 pm. So whenever I went, it would be Deepthi Akka and the baby only, at home. Deepthi Akka was very close to me and I liked spending time with her, chit chatting. She used to inquire about my classes, my friends and other stuff.Since there was no proper TV cable connection at. She must have seemed fidgety, crossing and uncrossing her legs, occasionally losing her train of thought. In the final hour of the workday she found herself checking her phone at her desk every few minutes, fighting the urge to text him. Sitting intensified the effect, her own weight pushed the toy inside to its limit. Despite the multiple layers—skirt and undergarments—she felt a constant sense of exposure, so open and vulnerable. At the surrounding cubicles, her co-workers went about their.