Let me today tell you my first encounter which I had with one of my seniors at the school.(18 at the time )I was sent to one of the best schools in Vi...akhapatnam / Vizag. As I got promoted to the 11th grade I met one of my seniors from the 12th grade for the first time. Her name was Alisha. She was around 5’6 inches tall, well built and I cannot be too sure about the structure as it’s been a long time now. She had a fair complexion and her hair was as smooth as shown in the shampoo adverts. I. I asked her if she was excited about it and she said she was. She said it turned her on thinking about taking the treatment right in front of me.About 5:30 the door bell rang, my wife answered it and a well dressed black man came in and my wife introduced us. The Dr. told me he was sorry to hear about my affliction but it was pretty common in men my age. I told him I was glad that he could help my wife out, I knew it was frustrating for her. He said it was just an experimental procedure and he. But Victoria was not crying for herself, she was crying for her parents. When the tears finally stopped Victoria was embarrassed about crying in front of Elizabeth.“Here honey let’s get you over here to this chair and I’ll get you some juice. Will you be ok for a few minutes?”Victoria nodded; she was just regaining her composure when Jamie appeared with her juice.“Victoria are you ok? Mom said you were upset about something.” He said handing her the juice. Her bruises and cuts had healed enough. Her shoulders slumped, her eyes closed, and her head fell. ‘Fine,’ she said. ‘Turn around, keep your eyes closed, hands behind your back,’ he ordered callously. She complied, and felt something soft cover her eyes. It was quickly pulled tight, and what she knew was a blindfold was tied around her head. Soon after a heavy bit of cold metal clicked shut around her wrists. Her heart sagged. A small chain was slipped around her neck. It was loose, and it had a weight at the end, another piece of.