I also was feeling boring so I ride on my Yamaha and went to my maid’s place. There I saw our aged maid was having a strong stomach ache and a heavy... fever. But I told that mom is also not feeling well. So our maid told Sarika to go with me. It is lottery for me. I was never expecting this treat. That day I first time experience a soft touch of Sarika.During our way to home, I experienced a boob pressing also. I thought it was intentional by Sarika. So I stared to get more sexually attracted. It was an old country house, the ivy on the wall type. I don’t mean it was "exclusive" like the rich girls go to but it was very nice with big grounds. On two sides of the boundary of the school were quite thick woodlands. Anyway, I had a crush for one of the girls in her final year. Her name was Martine and she was French. She wore discreet perfume and seemed so exotic and beautiful. Slightly dusky skinned (completely unlike my English pink and whiteness) and short hair, naturally curly to. AAhhhhh.. Plsss…. nooo.. ahh…”.”Like I said I don’t care” my uncle grunted. I can imagine what is going in the kitchen. “Plsss Umeshh nooo… Not into the hall… nooo….”.My uncle came out of the kitchen carrying aunty in his arms. He is carrying her with his both hands. Her half of the saree is dragging all the way on floor. Without looking at me he carried his wife into the bedroom. He don’t even care to close the door. I can still hear them.Shoba aunty is moaning at peak of her tongue. I don’t. “Mondo is not Agar,” Gogra informed me, his voice filled with sadness, his broad shoulders fallen. “Mondo is good leader, but he does not see the value of doing things differently. He still rides his horse and he uses the bow that you made for Agar, but the other things that you showed Agar does not interest him. To Mondo caring for cattle is a waste of time, when the tribe still has many horses. Regrettably, there are others in the tribe who think so as well. Mondo listens to them now and not.