Me-kaise or kya nahi pata batao abhi and parked the bike at the footpath and started to walk with her and she told me.Priya-main aapko shadi se pehle ...e janti thi, aap mere ghar k samne gym ate the and your sis is my best friend from college and also our parents are friends but you never paid attention to me and with stress in her voice she paused.Me-and what tell me everything.Priya-with tears in her eyes hugged me tightly and said I loved you from the day I have seen you for the first. Until sixteen. I will not do. No. They find me, they kill me. Polizie do nothing, not even want to know who bad men are. No one help. But, Mister Chuck, I am alive. Here. My box.”It was a large fire extinguisher box with a padlock on it. She had a key. The whole thing had been painted an off red brownish color and matched the wall it was on. Ingenious. She had laid a large tile on top with a small rock under the back of it next to the wall to waterproof the box so water wouldn’t. Each bath had a large piece of red carbolic soap which would serve to cleanse both body and hair. Even in this ‘puritanical’ regime the girls had no concept of modesty between themselves bathing was an excellent opportunity for sexual relief under the pretence of cleansing there young bodies. Beatrice was sharing a bath with her favourite friend Jennifer a slim redhead with long legs and a pert bottom very little pubic hair. Beatrice was fat by comparison with a large bottom and well developed. " A bit of fear crept into him at the sound of his ownvoice. Not feminine, not even very girl-ish. It was a boy's, and thefact of the matter was that not all of the men that came through thebathroom were gay, given that this bathroom was originally for girls.Out of order, but still a women's bathroom. The few seconds of quietthat followed his response only amplified the terrible churning in hisstomach as he waited for his own response. He tried to get a lookthrough the duct taped hole, but the.