" "Don't tell me you behaved like the young people we see in the back rows in movies." Very discreetly. No one would know that we were anything but a ...ery prim and staid couple." So you think." Mother was not listening. She was in a rewind mode; she was giggling2.The theatre my father and I visited was one of the new mall cum theatre complexes that have sprung all over Madras. We had a back row on sofa like double seats. The theatre was not crowded; the movie was nearing the end of a long and. However I knew the real reason since he was jsut ogling at my firm breasts inside a sleevelss tight kurta without dupatta.I pretended not to notice when he walked around the table and started to run his hand on my bare arm while talking. “Manju you have a nice body” he said finally.“I know that sir, what you do not know is how nice it really is” I said and turned to leave.Predictable he grabbed my wrist and turned me around for a kiss. I let the notepad drop and allowed him to kiss me while his. “What is your major?” He asked, finally making eye contact with me. His stern features were melting me on contact and I felt a quiver in my legs. “Um, um, it’s nursing. My major is nursing,” I improvised. In reality I hadn’t decided on a major. “That is good,” he said with a nod and a smile. “You can take care of me if I get sick,” he joked. His wide grin was so sexy, his short black hair and small almond-shaped eyes were intoxicating. God, I needed him so badly. “I would take very good care. Thecombination of the collar and dildo-gag made me desperate to tilt my chinback upward again. I forced myself to hold the pose for a few anguishedseconds.I realized now that unlike the 'yes' and 'no' poses, each of the threeadded responses were punishments all by themselves. "I thank you" and 'Iam sorry' were undoubtedly the worst, for they forced me to bow my head,imposing a moment of near self-strangulation. But owing to the neckrestraint and gag I wore, even looking forward to say 'I honor.