Ek war sweety ki dono room mate apne ghar gai sweety akeli reh gai, usne sham ko muje call ki ke wo kuch dino ke ley akeli hai, use akele dar lagta ha..., aur mujhe apne room me kuch dino ke liy sone ko bola, main sham ko 6:00 pm chala gya, uska room independent tha, waise koi boys ko girlz ke room me entry nhi deta, jate hi sweety ne muje mango shake dya, aur mere pas aa kar beth gai, puchne lagi, aap ko kuch dino ke lye yaha sona pad raha hai, aap apne friends k bina bor toh nahi hoge akele,. My knees were spread as far as the ankle chain would let them and my hands still cuffed tight behind me. I looked up at him wondering what he was going to do. He thumbed through the papers and pulled one out. "So, you are from 182 Sunshine Street?" Yes." I replied softly, almost submissively.He paused and looked down at me with that angry expression again. "That's 'Yes, Sir' to you, Faggot."My eyes widened "Yes . . . Sir." I see you are one of those trust fund faggots. Is that correct?"It was. ”I stared intently at the clothed figure, and, as if sensing my intrusive scrutiny, she looked up at the window. I could not see her eyes but felt their searing gaze.My eyes then began to mist over, and my head felt as heavy as lead.“Your exertions of the previous few days, and nights, appear to be taking toll of you, Compo.” Domingo remarked, as I tried, unsuccessfully, to stifle a yawn.“How the devil do you...”Try as I might I could not keep my eyes open, and I slid headlong into the arms of. I realised that my skirt had automatically ridden up when I sat down, revealing much of my upper thigh. I adjusted the hem of my skirt, to reveal less of my leg.“So, do you go to the games?” John asked, looking me in the eyes again.“Sometimes.” I said. “But not every week. I sometimes go with my boyfriend.” Nervously, I caressed the material of my tights covering my knees. “He supports the team fanatically. He has a season ticket and goes to all the games, even the away matches.”John’s gaze.