She had been of the unfounded opinion that she had seen everything and done everything in the field of kinky relationships. She had been tutored dilig...ently by her father, her uncle, her older brother and then the dissolute banker boss of her father who used her so meanly that she often was exhausted at the end of the night and in need of rest to restore her shattered soul.Now, she worked in an office of mostly female employees all of whom were fully obedient to the whims of the male supervisors. "Dude? give me a minute. I don't do well under pressure. I have test anxiety!" You can't do this! Sentient beings are protected from non-voluntary recycling under station code 1382-14, section C!" Garth blurted out."Good save, my man. Where did you learn that?" John asked, looking with new appreciation on his friend."Hello? It's posted right up there!" Garth pointed a long finger at the huge sign posted on the wall.In large letters, it proclaimed 'Sentient beings are protected from. Tushar welcomed me in after coming at my feet. We entered the bathroom to take a bath together. Soaping and cleaning each other, we were out in half an hour. I had the dinner ordered which arrived after we were out. I stayed in my robe to eat it out. We got in the room to dress ourselves for the festive get together.Tushar brought the Georgette white saree from the closet. He got me in the maroon floral blouse and white petticoat. I was supposed to get dressed in the purest form of the Bengali. And most of that time in his bedroom, forever putting off doing his homework, leafing through imported American comic books whilst a selection of Heavy Metal CDs crashed, wailed and moaned in the background. His walls were splattered with posters of rock stars and a couple of pictures of bosomy girls he’d scissored out of GQ or FHM, such grown-up magazines, too frightened to blu-tac the pictures he really wanted up there above the TV or crappy 80386 PC his mum had bought him. Christ! What he.