I’m 31 years of age, dark brown skinned (a typical Indian skin color) smooth skin, 5′ 1″ height with a 34 – 26 – 36 figure. When this incide...t happened I was 19 years old, studying in college in Trichy, Tamil Nadu. I’ll narrate this episode in present tense, just to make it sound as if it’s happening now. I’m the only daughter of my parents and am quite the spoiled brat, you could say. My parents indulge me and allow me a fair amount of freedom despite our coming from a fairly typical, middle. Truth is I was too scared to, because what he put me through the first time was painful and I wasn't sure if I wanted that again. But after thinking about it for a while I kept getting excited/turned on/craving it all over again. At this point having him inside me again was all I could think of. So we decided to meet that night and I was super excited/nervous. Because at this point I still didn't know too much about him or what he was capable of. So again we met at 9pm outside a local diner. Vengeance is a dish best served cold. I knew that she was obsessed with her future in college and nothing could stand in the way of it. I also knew that she had only had sex once and didn't like it so she was abstinent. I realized that getting her pregnant would ruin her life. At the very least she would have to go through the trauma of getting an abortion and if I was lucky she would have my bastard child and not be able to go to college. The problem plagued me for months. I became obsessed. Andy considered abandoning his search but, the church clock mournfully striking the half hour, reminded him of how long it would take him to walk home. Eleven-thirty, he thought, almost midnight. It would be nearly morning before he got home, and he had an early shift at work. Pressing on, he recognised the grave of Mary Smith in the near distance before a cold, damp mist suddenly descended from nowhere and enveloped him in a damp, musky smelling shroud. "Shit," he cursed again, "Fucking.