And almost always, she would hitch up her sari up her knees while working, tucking it at her waist. I don’t think the other boy working realized the...silent sparks that were flying between Chandni and I; actually, neither did I.Things would have continued like this, but one day the other boy decided that he didn’t want to work for us, and went away to his uncle’s house. That day, as usual, Chandni had come around 2 in the afternoon to wash the dishes and clean the back yard, while my parents. It made me feel bad but it's ok.i was eating ice cream those boys were commenting very bad about me one boy told "hello slut are free for tonight" another guy told "look you whore can u give blowjob to us I will pay you"I became sad and tensed it was very shameful for me in public but I ignored their comments.you can see in picture below I was very upset and sad annoying for me to listen all those bad comments on me.then one of those boys said "look at her boobs guys she is gorgeous slut.the. " She said, "Were you an army ranger?"I chuckled. "Yes about a million years ago." She walked over and put her hand on my arm where the tattoo sat, rubbing gently. I moved to put the glasses down and my forearm brushed against her nipple. I heard a quick breath, and our eyes met. I put the glasses down and maneuvered my arm around her and she stepped into me, still looking into my eyes.I brought my hand up, and with the back of my fingers stroked her upturned cheek. She turned her head and. But she was in a strange mood and she asked, “Is anybody ready? What is going to be is going to be. How can we be ready for anything?” She looked at the woman, not knowing whether she would receive an answer or not but slightly intrigued to hear what she might have to say. The woman’s hand flew to her mouth. She seemed taken aback that someone had actually answered her. She had been shouting this warning for several years. She had received very few responses but many furtive glances before they.