We used to talk a lot and whenever we come face to face she use to stare so hardly that I used feel shy looking at her or into her eyes, But she never...use to stop staring at me.We also started to meet in nights after all our family members have fallen asleep. There was only a wall which use to separate our houses, so we use hold our hands, kiss the hands initially and after some days we started kissing on cheeks and lips. Both of us dared to meet beyond the wall. I used to go to her home daily. She looks wonderful, positively buoyant in a white blouse, blue jeans and sandals. Jealousy pierces my heart. I try to smile to bravely match her happy state, but I fail miserably. I feel small and unworthy next to her. I look out at the ocean to cover my foolishness. Is there some kind of cosmic conservation law for the human condition? When I met her, I was touching the clouds and she was in agony. Now are situations have reversed, like one has to balance the other. ‘No, I’m not gonna jump.’. I offered her coffee or perhaps a beer, but she declined. Curious to find out what it was all about, I seated her on the couch and joined her there, and asked what was on her mind. “I need this to stay just between the two of us, okay? I have a personal favor to ask, but if you’re uncomfortable with it you must feel free to say no.” She took a deep breath. “I was wondering if you’d take off your clothes and show me your body.” Perhaps I mis-heard her. Perhaps she said “I was wondering if. And it the same lane there is back door of my house. So one quite afternoon I was alone in the house jus trying to sleep there was a barking sound of Dogs in that narrow lane I was irritated and went to make the Dogs run. I went in my compound and before opening the back door I saw from upon the compound wall what actually happening. OH to my surprise there were two dogs male and female and the male dog trying to fuck the bitch. By seeing that my anger vanished and I was enjoying the dog fuck,.