She is well settled with her bf and this thing happened just suddenly and without intentions.It was puja season, and she was having holidays, and i to... had office off due to pooja. I just went in to meet her to her home, and wen i reached i found that uncle and aunty had gone to duty just went inside and closed the grill door behind me…….And we were just talking wen she was just talking abt her relation wid bf, and dat at a moment she started crying, and i tried to comfort her but to no helms,. ’ ‘Hey, I’ve done it twice now, what the fuck do you want from me?’ ‘Perfection, girl, I want no grinding of gears, that’s all. Is that so . . . fucking much?’ she added thinking the foul language would drive home the point she was making. ‘And what did we agree on earlier?’ ‘No fucking drinking and driving,’ Janet said, with an impish grin. ‘Right, let some cowboy drive you home. They’d be happy to wreck their daddy’s car with you in it. But don’t let them speed.’ ‘Makes sense to me,’ Janet. I sign my life away. Monday, 2pm I’m back in my school uniform, and I’m outside for the first time. Actually, all of us are. The eleven of us have just had a sunny light lunch on the terrace. It’s pretty much the first time I’ve seen any of them with clothes on. And I have no idea if I fit in. I look around the group. After what Miss Jackson had said, I’m not surprised I’m the only one in uniform. But it’s clear our wardrobes are all very different. One girl sports a wispy see-through. I kissed her again, a quicker, more traditional welcoming kiss and leaned back to separate us a little. "Can I take that sweater for you?" Oh yes, thank you. I'll get our Mojita fixings going while you do that," she moved around me to grab the bag, brushing against me and my abused personal space again. I smiled and rushed back to the entryway to put the sweater in the entry closet. I looked at the hangers in the closet and decided the loose, cable-knit sweater would be safer laid on the high.