Who’s that and why aren‘t you wearing a proper sleeping shirt?” Asked Jennifer pointing to the picture of Garfield on her short cotton top. “T...is is what I wear,” said Lucy. “And it‘s Garfield obviously“ Lucy was aware that the girl was about sixteen like herself, but that she was somehow different. She had a certain fragrance, which wasn’t like any soap she had ever known and her night shirt looked like something out of a period drama. It had an odd, lacy collar and pearlescent buttons to half. Welts covered her torso from the lash. Cuts circled her wrists and ankles from the restraints. She shook her head and gotten into the frothy bubble bath. As she sunk down into the lavender scented water, her body screamed protest. Everything stung. She ignored it and settled down, leaning her head back against the cool ceramic. She felt hands on her shoulders, massaging the stiffness from them. She leaned forward and another body slipped into the bath to support her. A gentle lover, he. Now days you are talking too much and she said and went to the bathroom to refresh. After she came I went to the bathroom.By the time I came out, she was changing her sari. I could see her from the mirror from where she could not see me. We spent the fortnight happily at Goa. I made it a habit of hugging and kissing whenever I wanted. Mom didn’t oppose it.So I use to hug her and kiss her on her cheeks very often. We returned to Bangalore spending a fortnight at Goa. Days passed. It became. " When she smiled I thought I died and went to heaven. As she walked away her heels clicked and her hips swang back and forth and at that moment I was hooked on Mrs. Brooks. We didn't cross paths that much after that. A quick smile and hello here and there but I got the feeling she didn't really remember me. That was fine because knew I'd never forget her. I knew I might never get a chance to talk to Mrs. Brooks once school starts, and she looked so good I had to say something. "Mrs. Brooks? Hi.