It was time for me to start.Me : Aunty, can you give me banana juice. I like it very much and I feel like having it.She : Oh Mutthu, there is no banan... in the house. How I can give you,Me : Oh no, I asked you to get banana, I love it, I want to have it. Please.She : But how do I give you. There are none in the house.(all this while, Ravi uncle was scanning my text books)Me : I want to have banana juice, I don’t know.She : Of fo, if you want to have banana, ask Ravi uncle, he has it.(This took. Everyone, except I. Directly in front of me was an awesome brunette, whose ass cheeks had been firmly sandwiched against my thighs since we started the ride. She seemed the type of bitch to make the most of an unpleasant situation. When that crowded elevator finally slid to a groaning, rumbling halt between floors, both she and me were the only ones pleased. She glanced back over her shoulder, winked, and mouthed silently into the corner where I was hidden: "Want to play…?"Distracted by her. He placed his hand under her chin and raised it to eye-level, which hadn't been far to go, and looked deep into her dark brown eyes. She stared back in defiance. His thumb rubbed her cheek and for a moment she melted into the caress, then remembered she was supposed to be defiant and readjusted her composure. Independent and naturally submissive. "So Harriet," he said. "Wh-"She cut him off. "It's Harry. Harriet's a stuffy name for a stuck-up woman."He chuckled a little. Harry would probably be. “You were Captain Pike’s Yeoman,” Rand said in triumph.“Guilty as charged,” she smiled. “So as one Yeoman to another, how could I not take you under my wing. Who else is going to understand your problem?”“My problem?”“Well lets just say that I once found myself in the position of having jealous people think I got my rank practicing skills they don’t teach in officer training.”Rand opened her eyes in surprised.“And that was with Chris Pike, probably the original straight arrow,” Colt added. “I.