"Mitch," I croaked. Hurriedly zipping up my jacket and beating a hasty retreat hearing her call as the lift doors closed. "Don't be late now."The mome...t I got outside I rooted out my baccy tin and had a calming roll-up. Watching the rain and telling myself that it had to have been some surreal waking dream I eventually stepped from under the porch asking myself. That cannot have just happened? Could it?Juggling my helmet, roll-up and a tin of WD40 I crouched down beside the company painted. " I answered."Like what?" She asked."I don't know." I kissed her quickly. "You tell me."She kissed me hard. "Friends with benefits?" And kissed me french. Our tongues clashed. It gave me a high from her beer scented breath. "Fuck buddies?"In every release of our kissed she said a name we could consider ourselves when we get home. "Sex Partners? Fun Friends? Sex slaves? Fuckmate? Sex mate? Bed Warmer?" And on and on she went for a while. As she continued to kiss me. I held her back and lowered. Look darling, we come across,’ (here the first man guffawed), ‘we come across quite a few women like you – left alone for months at a time. Tell you what, we can give you a good time – relieve your tension, if you know what I mean, and at the same time you can see us right, ‘satisfy’ us, understand?’ ‘You mean…’ She began to realise what they had in mind. ‘Yes, darlin’. We get to shag you, you get a few more days. Otherwise you let us in and we evict you onto the street. Simple eh?’ She thought. We weree all 18 at the time.It was there I met my angel, Swathy (name changed) who was also a mallu. She was very cute and studious. There were only 10 Hindi students in our class 7 girls and 3 boys. I did not know anything in Hindi during that time since she was bright and smart. I was afraid of talking with her although our parents were friends. I did not care about her during those years.After 3 years, I was in plus one (11th standard). Even now, Hindi was my toughest subject. I was an.