.This incident happened 3 years ago while I was doing my b.tech my age at that time was 21 yrs…………… I live in Hyderabad with my parents whic... is my home town …so I studied up to 12th standard in the Hyderabad only…so I planned to do my Graduation in a new city …..but its in vain…I again got the b.tech seat in a Hyderabad (Hyd) local college, so I have to be in the boring old place………………. …………. …….Coming to the story ,my b.tech 4 semesters (2 years) just went boring until I met a girl named. Carl said, "Roger, let’s go over to the bed where we can stretch out and be more comfortable." Carl was leading; I wanted to follow. We reclined on the bed, Carl lying on his back; I was on my side facing him. Carl was appealing, tall and slender, with olive skin and curly brown hair. Like many professional men, he had a strong sense of style, in his home, in his dress. Carl's brown hair, groomed short on the sides and longer on top than in the back, gave him a clean look. He wore no glasses,. Thank goodness for masturbation!When I was around twenty, I started working for a big company. One of the guys in my department was a damned good creative writer after working hours, having sold several stories and books. When I told him I liked to write short stories, he expressed a keen interest in seeing them. The guys in my department all respected Bernie as a co-worker. He was (apparently) happily married (I met his wife; she was attractive!), had children, and was in his mid- forties. He. She looks at me briefly, her eyes blurred with tears, and nods. She turns away. I come closer, slowly, and wrap my arms around her. I have her arms in an ‘X’ pattern and I hold them there. I hold her close to me as she cries. She can’t move, and she continues to bawl in my arms. She probably saw a photo, a post, some sort of trigger. Or she could have just been thinking about high school, about him, about all the different ways he touched her, about all the pain he’s caused her, about all the.