I dragged my frayed nerves back home and walked in the door at about five after ten.When I opened the door I knew I was in trouble. Lauren was sitting...at the dining room table with her arms folded across her chest. She was wearing a skimpy, black teddy. There were candles flickering as they had almost burned down to the candleholder. An empty bottle of Chardonnay was turned upside down in the ice bucket."Holy, shit!" It all of a sudden hit me; it was a "star" (ovulation) night. Lauren had gone. E. My chacha who lives in Bhopal with his wife his son who studies in a boarding school n my grandmother…My chacha is a businessmen who uses to travel here n there most of the time for business concerns n deals…So all i was left at home with my chachi n grandmother…I started going my college and several months went off and also i started getting very close to mah chachi we talk together hours n hours n also she cares 4 me a lot but till den i don’t have any bad intentions about her butOne day. I thought I heard some noise from the forest just below where I was lying. I raised my head and I saw that old lady, Wanda, making her way between the trees. Coming my way.I've never been ashamed of my body - we are born naked, aren't we? I thought if she finds me naked when she is on my home territory, it's her own fault if she gets upset.I just lifted up my left knee in a gesture of politeness, or whatever. It would keep her from staring right at my "personal parts" from the direction she was. He liked that image, wise and gentle. He was caring without being weak and not afraid to show the world that he could be human, that he could make mistakes."This knife won't hurt you, Sweetness."It was all in the tone of voice, soft and understanding, that did it. He had found out the right tone of voice could sooth anyone, even someone in the predicament that this girl was in. She quieted, sobbing softly."Please," she begged, her voice hoarse from the drugs he used to subdue her, tears.