The more Frank spoke, the more confused I became and the questions kept racing around my brain.“Wait up, individuals like us? What does that mean?�..., I enquired, wondering what was so special about me.“Individuals like us, or ‘Untethered’ as we like to call ourselves, have the special core I talked about. The need for miasma makes it impossible for our cores to actually live in the mortal plane for long and our cores leave the mortal body we were stuck in. Hence, the term ‘Untethered’. The time. We went to my room and spread d extra mattress next to my bed and we all lie down there watching TV and chatting then went to sleep, next morning we went for some temple and visited few place as we roam around my younger cousin named Deepa showed some interest in me, which I felt with her movements and sit really close to me, As we reached our place tired, went to d room to sleep, and went to sleep, as I get up in not for loo, and came back, and saw Deepa lying on her back, wearing skirt and. He asked me and I told him that he heard me loud and clear making us both scream with joy and we hugged each other. After that we told each other all our secrets, everything. Then I got up and went to dress up in a shrewd dress and we sat all night drinking and talking about likes and dislikes of ours, the clothes we had and the things we had done so far. Not surprising that our stories were almost identical; like the very strict parents to start with and a very dominant dad and a super sub. How could she have taken all those guys... how many had there been there that night, twenty she said? My mind going into overdrive as I visualized it all happening... one... by one. I'd had group sex myself before, but not on the scale Martha had described. There had been six guys and myself,. I was so naïve to think I could go to a quiet beach with six horny guys and not get pounced on. I mean here I was with only a bikini, a fully developed female, drinking beer and wine, the guys getting.