Once hooked on plagiarism, the addiction scrambles quickly into the base synapses of the brain. Not content to steal the work of one author – the s...imy toadstool seeks out new works to tarnish with his name. He is only mildly put off when he gets severely flamed for claiming he is the original author of “A Treatise Concerning the Principles of Human Knowledge”. Obviously confused that living in Berkeley and being Berkeley are two distinct things, he continues to insist that he is working on. I blushed a little but didn’t show him and I got up and went away from there. Then in the evening I came home and was getting ready for a bath. So I removed my dress, then I removed my bra and turned around. I saw that the window was open.When I saw from the window I saw Varun recording me with his phone with a crooked smile on his face. I got so scared I immediately closed the window. I didn’t know what to do. Then I heard the doorbell ring so I went down and opened it. I thought it was my. One afternoon I went into his bedroom to ask him if he could take me shopping the following day when I found him on his computer, he quickly flipped the screen hoping I had not seen him looking at porn but he was just too slow and I see naked women, “Mum” he cried out” “What, I needed to talk to you” I replied noticing a rather large bulge in his short, my mind raced of what it might look like hard, “You could have knocked” he replied going a little red, “Sorry sweet heart, I didn’t know you. She couldn't stop thewhimpers, or the gasps, and after a while she stopped trying. She was moaningalmost continuously by the time she finally heard Simon's key in the lock. His friend came in first though,Simon having stepped politely aside to let him precede his host. And, asplanned, she was the first thing he saw. He stopped still in his tracks,staring at her. Simon came in after him and closed the door. "Richard, I'd like you tomeet my wife," he said. * * * She remembered the first.