I always had a passion for art and paintings. I lived far away from my home in the college hostel. I went against my family’s wishes and chose this ...ourse.But now I was feeling some regret that I had taken this course. I was upset as hell because I was frustrated by drawing small objects for six months and still continuing. I had already done that in class 9-10. I was already great at making paintings. I wanted to learn to make exquisite paintings and have my own exhibition.I was. If I'm not too careful, things could get rapidly out of hand, not that I don't want them too. So reluctantly again I pull my clothes together and suggest he take me home."Thanks for the great evening," I said."Yeah I really enjoyed myself," he said. With that he kisses me good night.Oh boy, what a night, I could still feel his hands on me, I lay there naked on top of my bed, my hands replacing his, but this time I don't stop him touching me. Soon my fingers found the place between my legs and. He looked up at a sign, deciding that this pub would do as well as any. It was obviously a gay bar and some of the men outside looked quite masculine, one even reminded him of that Muggle singing group, where all the men dressed in costume."'Scuse me, mate." He tried to move past a man dressed in leather, but the man caught his arm."Who might you be?" The man looked very annoyed as someone thrust a large sheet of paper at him. He sighed theatrically. "All right, I'll sign the bloody elpee. But. You're a very intelligent, young woman."Molly turned to David, a smile on her face. "I heard you all." What did you hear?" I heard Mom begging you to fuck her." I don't think your mother would approve of such language." My mother isn't here and I heard you and Mom and Emily all use worse words than that last night." What'd you do, stand at the door and listen?" No comment." Okay then, how about this. Why are you here talking to me? Why not talk to your Mom or Emily?" What makes you think I.