Nervousness twists my gut but I swallow it back, even when the air grows heavier against my skin. Something changes as I reach the middle. Energy ripp...es through me from head to foot, rooting me, almost binding me by its sheer force. I gasp and sink to my knees, the leaves strangely welcoming as counterpoint to my heat, hands clapping to the ground shortly after as I'm pulled to earth by invisible shackles. Fear knots my heart. Perhaps I'm unprepared for this.The power of the place ebbs. Up. I said “you don’t need to pay for me my dad is still alive”…he said “oo you are still angry on me anyways it was my tip”…i return the check and some money ….”no no no I can’t take anything can happen until the journey is over” ….I stared for him for few second and put all thing’s back in my bag & went to sleeping position .Same thing again the old man do after an hour he started touch my ass I was moving his hand away but still was trying after 10-15min .I thought he’s paying me one crore at. Time passed ever so slowly that afternoon, but finally I heard a car on her gravel driveway...I rushed to open the garage door (not many remote openers in the "60's) and opened her car door. I was treated to the same show as in the same show as when she left. "let's get inside, she ordered. I followed her to the back door watching her calf muscles react to the high heels she wore. Her hips even moved more due to the heel also. I was already getting excited and she was still clothed! We paused. " Needless to say, many tears are shed aswe pay for our groceries, before dad gives Ophelia and I a lift down theroad to the school uniform shop.The two of us emerge from the shop about fifteen minutes later, eachcarrying a shopping bag containing a navy blue girl's blazer, two plainwhite blouses, a pleated black skirt, three pairs of opaque school tightsand a generic school tie. However, that's not all our bags contain- whenwe mentioned to the sales clerk that we were buying for a fancy.