On the morning of 14th February, I began my journey from Lower Parel and took a train to Panvel.From there, Yogesh had booked a cab for me which took ...e to an interior part of Panvel where this resort was. There was nothing other than this resort in that vicinity.I was given a room right next to Yogesh and Shilpa’s (name changed). The plan was that we meet in the evening as an accidental meet-up and then go to their room in the evening for some drinks and chill.Everything went as planned. I met. Get your partner to put his middle finger into your pussy like a hook, and tell him to go inside till he touches the back of your pubic bone, meeting a ‘rubbery’ tissue.Make him massage that tissue firmly and ask him to press gently on your abdomen. Be at it till you feel pressure build up inside you. It is not pee. Believe me, it is your release. Smell it afterward to know it.Anyways, back to me! Yogita came and came, and I drank and drank! After what seemed to be an eternity, she landed back. Predictably they didn’t want to hear it. In my mind’s eye, I can still see their indignant, cold faces and hear their ironclad theories regarding the Bigot on his silver cloud, stroking his silver beard, as he frets over the sex lives of his diorama of human ants.Soon it was goodbye to the parental home and off to Camp Temperance. I was furious of course at being sent off for “conversion”. I had done my best to humor my parents heretofore but no longer. My own budding inner nature, the. ’ I know that it’s way to late for us, but the way you treated me the last month, I think I was beginning to believe that writing the letter in the first place might have been a mistake. I honestly believed I was falling for you. I started crying and said, ‘Isn’t that a crock.’ Then I wiped the tears from my eyes. George looked at me and said, ‘At any time before you left Thursday for the reunion you could have stopped the letter. Why didn’t you?’ Well George, I replied, ‘I deep down believe I.