She gave me "that look"."I don't want you to think only of... that... when you think of me," she said."I don't ALWAYS think of that," I said. "Usually... but not ALWAYS."Her laughter made me start to stiffen."We'll do it again. Don't you worry about that. You're not the only one in this partnership, you know. I have feelings too." Well, sure," I said. That seemed obvious to me."When we did that, the other day," she said, standing up, "I didn't want to stop." Oh," I said. I think my eyes might. “Dan? Dan! Breakfast is nearly ready. You have five minutes.”I heard a muffled grunt from inside and I turned and fled.I slid into the kitchen, put my back against the wall and closed my eyes, trying frantically to hold back the tears.“I think this is a bad idea. Let’s not do this,” I said.“What’s a bad idea, Bec?” That was Liz. “Cooking pancakes? Having breakfast? Going to the police? Having a birthday?”“I don’t know, maybe all of it.”“So what do you want to do? Hide in your room all day?”. Till then," I said and bowed.She returned the courtesy and entered the door of the great house. It was only then that I took the time to examine the house. It was a grand house and at once I realized her uncle must be a man of means.I wandered the city until eight hardly able to contain my enthusiasm for meeting the delightful girl again. At eight precisely, I knocked. A servant opened the door, I think a bit surprised. I learned later that in French society, being a few minutes late is. Can I ask you something? This question has been pestering me for a long time.Vijetha: Sure man, what?Aman: (Blurted Out) What exactly is menstruation? How much blood comes out? Do you get blood also or it starts only after getting breasts?Vijetha was stunned by this question and had responded very angrily. She scolded for being a creep and asked him never to talk to her again. This had made Aman more confused; however he put this issue behind him and study, but Spoorthi and Sirisha’s bodies.