We started drinking and smoking. This time she asked for a tequila, but I preferred to have beers only. In 2 tequila shots, she was high. She started ...rinking my beer also. So I said let’s go on the dance floor. The Dj was playing Bollywood songs with a bit of trance. The songs and the music were enough to give a kick. And is what happened to me. I got to know that beer is taking on me. We started dancing and suddenly DJ played “bheege hoot tere” and again all the couples around got aroused.. I watched the giggly Sue drag my poor brother into their room. Obviously to do unspeakable things to him for the next hour or so. I smiled at the thought. I listened to them for a while, and then blissfully, sleep claimed me.After a very quiet Sunday, Monday dawned. School again. I dressed in my spinster type uniform and left the house. If I had thought going back would be terrible, I was wrong. It was worse. My school friends treated me as though I had the plague. Worse still were the. He had on the biggest smile. She held out her arms and showed off her outfit, ‘Are you happy?’ Her boss didn’t even need to respond. She could tell he was satisfied by the bulge forming in his pants. ‘I’ll drive.’ Her boss said waving his car keys. They walked off her porch, and Monique looked around puzzled ‘Where’s your car?’ Her boss hit the alarm button on his keys and a jeep parked on the curb beeped. Monique’s jaw dropped. The jeep was one of those summer vehicles the kids drive to the. “You used me to make some deal? What’d you do? Fucking pimp me out?” I shouted at him, the slap of my hand having connected with his ebony skin.His reaction was completely unpredictable, and he simply grabbed me by the hair and used his far-greater strength to lead me to the floor, and I fell forward, right in the entryway. Using my hair like a leash, he dragged me into the living room, and then descended to his knees, pushing me flat to the floor, face-first. Holding me down with one hand, I.