I don't. So yes, that's how it would be.' 'OK. OK, I have to say I'm considering it. I mean it's a pretty irresistible offer but there's one thing I t...ink you gotta know and it's important.' 'I'm listening.' 'Sure you are. Of course.' 'What? What is it?'Page 12. 'You. You gotta help me. That's what.' 'OK, yes I already said I would.' 'No, you don't understand. You have to help me to torture them.' 'Oh, please, that's not fair. It's not right.' 'I know but you didn't let me finish. You have to. She always used to wear saree. Her saree used to be below navel and her blouse used to be low neck and backless. It was just the beginning of my adolescent age. I used to get aroused whenever I saw her sexy navel, her deep cleavage, and bare back. I used to masturbate thinking of having sex with her. Once, my dream came true. We used to have a week long vacation during Ganesh festival. Since we were in 10th grade, it was time for us to utilize vacation for extra studies. I was one of the top. No, I've never fucked a girl. I don't like girls. I like boys. Megan smiled when I told her that, as if it were an invitation to try and change things. She flipped her hazelnut brown hair over her shoulder and puckered her lips. "Kiss me. Just once." she said. And I did kiss her, to my own disbelief. But it was a long, unexpected kiss. I was about to pull away when she slipped her tongue into my mouth, and I cursed at myself in my head because I kept kissing her for a few more seconds before I. But Ginger – I haven’t ever forgotten you.” She looked at me, her eyes shining, and softly told me, “Well, if you had I would have accepted.” A little explanation here; our French class put on a skit at the Christmas concert (it was still legal to call it a ‘Christmas' concert then). I was Santa Claus, tall, about 6'2" and 140 pounds. I made a perfect Santa! One of our class members had a little Radio Flyer wagon I scrunched up in, and Ginger was the reindeer, pulling Santa across the stage..