I’ll continue my story in desi language.To baat jab ki hai jab main college main padta tha and first semester main he mera or mere dost ka pura dabd...ba tha hamse koi ladai karne ki kosis be nahi karta tha or na he senior kabi kuch bole so aeise he first sem chala gya fir second semester main hame padhane ek new teacher aai uska naam “sonia” tha or pehle he din maine thoda unko pareshan kar diya to mujhe nahi malum tha ki vo keise impress ho gyi or mujhpe fida ho gyi next day usne bahane se. The tenderness of his touch surprises her. He kisses her lips so softly thatshe barely notices the physical contact but deep inside her something responds.Her fear vanishes and she realises that this is what she wants with this man.She is aware that he has some power over her that has induced her acquiescence,but at the same time she believes that she wants to beunder his power. She begins to return the kiss. He straddles her, and she opens her eyes to see the magnificence of his penis.No mere. Peters tells me to.She imagined the class watching her write; wondering if she was really going to do it. The boys staring at her back, excited, trying to imagine her in just her underwear.I will take off my clothes whenever Mr. Peters tells me to.Whenever Mr. Peters tells me to. She imagined Mr. Peters walking up to her in the supermarket and saying, “Take off your skirt and blouse, Miss Harkin.” Saw herself taking them off in the middle of the aisle and placing them in her basket. . ”“So...” I grinned, using my mom’s tactic.“Not everyone likes the same thing. And you like me.”“Yes. Does anyone else’s opinion matter right now?”She smiled, “No, it doesn’t. Mike? Look at me please.”I turned to look directly into her deep brown eyes and waited. She took both my hands in hers.“It might not be for a long time,” she said quietly, “but when I’m ready, will you?”“Yes.”June 6, 1981, West Monroe, Ohio“You need to stop spying on me and butt out of my life,” I said to Liz on Saturday.