I don’t remember a single day going to sleep without fantasizing about Mrs. Smita. She had this lovely figure with vital stats of Rambha(the south I...ndian actress).Days passed and it was the time of the Annual gathering of our school in the month of February. She was highly active in arranging a dance programme for the gathering. Me, being lucky was selected in dance competition. We used to rehearse at her home after our school from 7pm till 8.30One evening she invited a other group from her. Some walls you could see straight through into the next room. The only good point of the whole place was the sound real wood floors in nearly perfect condition. Besides a little dust and some glass it looked as if they were refinished a short time ago. With one acception in the far back bedroom where it looked like the floor had been tore up by someone. Leaving a man size hole in the center or the otherwise perfect floor. Underneath was a hole in the dirt the same size as the one in the floor. She decided on a makeover, usually this wasn't a necessary part of her preparations, her beautiful features and clear complexion stamped her with a character and sensuality that had never needed make-up. In spite of this Donna carefully applied mascara to her long eyelashes, and fresh beige eye shadow to her lids. She blinked her eyes feeling pleased with her image in the mirror, and reached over for her lipstick to apply a red scented gloss around her shapely lips. Feeling secretly pleased,. Slobs. Sleazeballs. People of inadequate personal hygiene or deficient manners. Bigots. Those who confuse their personal tastes with morality. People who don’t respect working girls and what they do. You know: shitheads. Apparently I passed the tests.A week before the cruise was due to depart, after fulfilling all the obligations including, getting myself checked out for STDs at the clinic in Hatfield and receiving a certificate that I was completely infection free. I received an email of.