At that moment Sandy called out. "Are youfinished in there?" I took a deep breath, had one last look in themirror and opened the door.My mouth dropped...open as I saw Sandy. Her Magenta outfit was far moreFrench maid than Rocky Horror. She was wearing a very short black skirtwith white ruffled petticoats, a tight black top, sheer black hold upstockings and a white frilly apron."What do you think?" She said holding out the skirt and twirling round.I managed to close my mouth, and thought I was. He urged, ‘Come on, you have to be freezing.’ Her breaths were heavy, saw her breath clearly before her face. With slow reluctance, she brought her wet and cold feet out of the car then slowly rose up. She felt nearly trapped but not by him, by her desire for him. She could attempt to walk home but it was so damned cold. Yet, inside her she had wanted that moment to be with him again. Again she wanted to be alone with him, not within the confines of bathroom, but alone with the freedom to do. .Did you hear me?" She asked. "Oh yeah. Sorry, you just shocked me." She came up behind me and corrected my posture. Her hands ran up my leg, and she grabbed my waist to level my hips. I'm sure she was trying to be helpful, but the only thing she had succeeded in was quickening my breath and making me flustered. "Okay, good. Now try again." When I perfected the turn, she walked up to me and kissed me softly on the lips. Just as I felt the need to pull her in and explore her further, she backed. I still remember that evening. I told my parents, “I don’t want any celebration. If you believe that I am an adult now, you will leave me home alone. Go for Rajiv’s engagement. I’ll be okay here.”I sent them away because a girl was going to come over. She was my classmate who turned nineteen three months back. She had promised that once I turned nineteen, we would lose virginity together. I waited for her in our apartment. She didn’t come.She just gave some lame excuse that she was having some.