How her silken, soaking finger, rustling briskly on her zinger, Thrilled me, filled me with fantastic longings never felt before;So that now, to still...the beating of my heart, I stood repeating, " 'Tis some squirrel or rat entreating entrance at my damper door, Some late rodent pest entreating entrance at my damper door.This it is, and nothing more."Presently my sense did weaken; hesitated, then went seekin', Through my dark subconconscous it went seekin' for the whore.But again while I was. “Because I’ve dealt with them before. Just find the right things that can set them off, and they won’t have anything to say in return. They’ll just try to hit you and try to make you fear them, just like how an animal will do its best to scratch you with its claws if you hit it where it hurts.” “I still don’t get it, but I think what you’re trying to say is that bullies are asses because they’re messed up inside?” “Yeah. If you could get inside a bully’s head, you’d see he has loads of problems. I too from just a girl she became a sexy girl her name was Pujal and I got chances to see many Parts of her in many occasion but always thought of fucking her soon guys believe me it’s a true story and it’s start now mainly I used to teach her many subject and her parents did not mind also because I’m her cousin brother but my expression And her eyes had some different story soon due to bad or good times my family shifted to other place bought a flat but we had a hectic travelling to work place. She was sixteen when I left home, justa cute young k*d who looked younger and purer than shereally was. She still looked too young and too pure,but it seemed more like just appearances now. I wasn’t sure what it was about her that gave me thatimpression; maybe something in those beautiful blueeyes, or her posture, or the way she’d looked at me andtalked to me, more like a downtowner than a young girlfrom the upper middle class neighborhoods of the WestEnd. Maybe it was just how nice.