She had just finished eating when the doorbell rang. Who on earth could be disturbing her Friday evening? It must be one of the neighbours, she thou...ght as she made her way to the door. When she opened it, she was surprised to see Stephanie standing in the hallway.“I’m sorry to disturb you, Miss, and I hope you don’t mind me calling on you, but I have a problem with the assignment you set in class today.”Mary wondered how Stephanie knew where she lived.“I followed you home, Miss, and I’ve. We had fear of being found out, but not much. In those weeks we gave way so to our passions, that we were worn out. I taught her all I knew; she was willing, docile, and did all I told her: love’s amusements in every variety which I then knew of did we try; never had I had such continuous fucking. The first thing mother on her return noticed, was that I was pale, and then great was her astonishment when told by my old deaf relative, that I had scarcely been out one night after seven o’clock,. My wife told me that she was in two minds whether to sleep with Ansari or not & she told me that Ansari came out with a towel wrapped around his waist & my wife could clearly see his erect penis bulging in the towel & Ansari started to ask her to come in & my wife told him to give her some time & she will go in & Ansari went in to the bathroom again & my wife Mukthi told me that she decided to go in & she was in her chudidar & knocked on the bathroom door & went in & she told me that as soon as. .” Shame burned through me.“I saw it all,” Mom said. “On your hands and knees. Moaning like a whore. Begging to be your little brother's slut.”“My...” I frowned at her. “What, no! Never!”“I thought you were pure, Leyla.” She sat down on the bed, some of her dark hair peeking out of her hijab. “I thought you were my good girl. But you're just a slut.”“I'm not!” I gasped.“I heard you.”I flushed more, remembering the hot, degrading words I said while caught up in the fantasy.“You're a slut. And.