It was a male teacher who either enjoyed my looks because he rarely sees something like that or he just didn't notice me.Next class was history with a... strict female teacher. She was the classic archetype you get to see in porn movies. It seemed she didn't notice my clothes so I had to do something. I wrote some cryptic text meaning nothing on a piece of paper and casually handed it over to a girl next to me. She looked at it, was puzzled, and handed back the note just in time to get noticed.I. There was plenty of fresh food; vegetables, cheese, bread and a small amount of meat. The kitchen staff were mainly older women in grey habits. Although they were all grey-haired to a greater or lesser extent and their faces showed sign of aging, they still had the striking looks and unconscious grace of their younger colleagues.By supper time they were exhausted. They stumbled back to their cell and were barely aware of the key turning in the lock behind them. By unspoken consent, they. For the seventh time in eleven years, I was seeing my wife off to her nursing station at a distant hospital in Saudi Arabia. And in spite of the fact that we had hardly been together for the last ten-fifteen years, I missed her terribly. I loved her as much as our daughter Poornima did.I could never understand my wife Anita’s motivation for looking for a job abroad, especially when the family property that I had inherited as an only child and my own income as a freelance writer for movies were. This is… ufff”I forced myself on her ignoring her pleas. My hand went from her cheek to the back of her head. With the base of her hair firmly between my fingers, I jerked her head back and began kissing her chin and her neck, occasionally licking her bare skin.“Mom… you taste like honey and salt…” I blurted out in between kissing her. Mom was still struggling to get away from me but she was attested in my strong grasp.Mom’s struggled subsided, and she started caressing my hair. I moved her.