He was nice looking, but much younger than me, early twenties maybe. He was black, about 5' 7" and had a thin, ripped build. He looked like the kind o... guy every girl in school wanted to date. I opened my car door and he walked right up. I don't even remember what we said to each other at that point or if we had even said anything. I do know that he was fumbling a little bit trying to undo his belt, I swung my legs out the car door opening and reached up to help him. I grabbed onto his belt and. We had 50 kids in our class and we all learned to read and write, do maths and spell almost all the words needed to write a grammatically correct letter... , FUNNY THAT!!We all said prayers in school irrespective of our religion, sang the national anthem and no one got upset.Staying in detention after school caught all sorts of negative attention we wish we hadn't got.I thought that I was supposed to accomplish something before I was allowed to be proud of myself.I just can't recall how bored. I immediately grabbed them to hide them as she stared.That was the first tingle that I got down there but didn’t know why. Later that night we were in our PJ’s and she came up with a crazy idea. She wanted to play strip poker but she had her own rules she plays by. First when you lose a hand you pick either do what the other person says or take off an article of clothes. Since we were in PJ’s there wasn’t too much to take off, so the first time she lost she took off her top. Her boobs were kind. *********The next Thursday, Willy knocked on my door and I ushered in Willy, Dixie again and a little Indian girl with a little blue dot on her forehead, wearing a beautifully colored sari wrapped around her.“Tim, this is Chitaili Mustafi, we call her Chi-Chi. She is completely inexperienced and wants some basic instruction.” Willy said. Chi-Chi was very pretty, the delicate fine features of the Indian subcontinent. It turned out she was from Bengal.“Chi-Chi, this is my brother Tim. He’ll show.