.." It was her only command.I turned slowly, facing the back wall. I heard her feet move on the floor.She was so close to me, but she was not touching...me. I enjoyed the tension, the anticipation. I wanted her to touch me…So I waited for her touch."Put your hands on the wall..." It was her next order.I leant forward, putting my hands on the cold tiles of this wall.Then she finally picked up the hem of my short dress, pulling it right up to my waist. I felt the cold air passing through my bare. One of the guards was a strong looking woman, her short hair and stern look giving her an air of one who brooked no nonsense. Some of the other women shopping wore dresses, and some of the women selling produce wore trousers. Only one man wore a kilt, but he looked manly, and noone looked much askance at him. Perhaps it was his stout cudgel that forbare their tongues.The group of would be heros looked at eachother and grinned. "Yes" said Hardcase. "Yes." agreed Steetch. "Absolutely" afirmed. When she got back, they were concerned that she was OK. The boys of course fantasized about having sex with her. The girls looked at her as a mentor, an older sister figure. Looking quite young for her age none of them expected that she was over thirty.Nervously waiting at her desk when Malcolm Wil cox walked into the room, she couldn’t imagine what kind of question he would be asking her. Typically, it would have to do with his curriculum requirements for college. As a sophomore, he was a bit. I asked her “Shakila why do not u wear a bra” She remained silent I repeated my question and at this time she innocently asked what a bra is I giggle and giggle at her innocence and explained her with gesture that what a bra is. She blushed and told she doesnot have and access to such things beside other girls of her locality do not wear such things. Teasingly I asked her about her number she exhibited again the same innocence. I then explained about the bra numbers and she told that she do not.