” Then I headed off to the locker room to change my clothes. As I put on my street clothes back on, I thought about what I was doing, and I alm...ost decided to go tell them that I had just been kidding. But I really was getting excited thinking about being the center of attention of eight muscular teenaged boys. I knew that they were probably all virgins, and that excited me even more. As usual with me, lust won out over good sense. And I drove home and got ready for them. I was pretty. I found it hard to believe that it could get any harder. Nurse Helen seemed to agree with my diagnosis, as she said, “Patient’s pulse high; arousal levels very high.”Nurse Sophie turned, bending over a little, wiggling her arse at me. I thought I heard Nurse Helen give a great sigh of contentment, but it was Sophie who was within reach. Whatever was going on, it seemed stupid to not take advantage of the situation, so I laid a hand on her silk covered arse, stroking first, then dragging my. My parents were working in government jobs. We had our own 2 storied house in Mohali.I was an average looking fair Punjabi girl around 5 feet 4 inches tall. My best asset at that time was my black long hair which reached my lower back. I was around 48-50 kgs in weight throughout my college and university years and was considered plump. In 1995 my brother brought home one of his friends who had joined his college. He was a foreign student from Africa. He had come through an exchange program. Ancient headstones, plastic flowers of remembrance, and small mausoleums holding families of importance.We continue to walk slowly, hands intertwined, me squeezing gently and tenderly touching fingertips. Your thumb traces the inside of my wrist.The air is quite chilly now this darkening evening. Our breath is beginning to make small billowy ghosts in the air. We come upon the rows of mausoleums, each one more overgrown and crumbling than the last.Your fingers tap the inside of palm and my body.