There was much rejoicing and fussing when Mataoka and our babies came among the Indian host. Mataoka had put on her English clothes for the occasion, ...and many reached out to pat and stroke her long, dark hair that flowed down the back of her tight, white blouse and touched the top of her tight, long, black skirt.Walla stood aside, watching the trail back, warily, as the other women described the looming battle. They had been tipped off that a large group of the underemployed men in town were. When they set her down on her knees it was on another firm just yielding surface, maybe a yoga mat, or something? She went limp as she was uncuffed and manhandled, puzzling in silence as she felt clothing being pulled onto her unresisting body. When she was apparently fully dressed in what felt like tight-fitting lycra panties and shirt with a skirt wrapped around her waist and zipped closed, she was laid down on a hard surface with her hands cuffed under her somewhere. She imagined herself. " I want us to go away together somewhere far away where we can make a new life together." Yes, we can do that." I want you to be strong for me. I want you to take me, even savagely and ruthlessly sometimes. I want you to rape me, to defile me, to make me beg. I want each night to be an erotic adventure. I want you to make me submit to whatever erotic pain and pleasure you can imagine and I want you to make me come again and again until I'm too exhausted to come again" I can be all those things. Mom kept silent. Then he talked again.‘I used to be close to Kistappa. Other than your husband and Kistappa, I was the only person who knows about your relationship with Kistappa. He was more close to me than your husband. He used to tell how beautiful you are. I asked him a few times if I can get a chance. He said he will try telling you about me. Did he tell you about me Shobha?’‘Yes, he used to speak about your manliness. But he never told me about your desire.’‘It’s okay. If I were in his.