The last thing she remembered, she’d been sitting in front of her mother’s fan trying to cool off. It was so very hot there inside Mother’s hous...e and there was just something about Mother’s fan that was so very relaxing. So she must have fallen asleep in front of the fan.Only if that was the case, then why was she here on the couch and why was she wearing ... well, these clothes.Or maybe not wearing would have been better because all she had on was a pair of panties and a tight, little T-shirt. So I ultimately decided to let him go. And oh, was he upset. I can remember the sadness that I had to endure upon him leaving, and it was more like me forcing him out. We had argued for about two hours, pretty much his argument being better than mine, but I stood my ground. I wasn’t listening, just trying to push him out. The last thing that he said to me was, ‘I’m going to come back for you, whether you like it or not,’ before walking away. I haven’t heard or seen from him since. And now that. Now my moth was on her boobs and my hands start their journey towards her belly, after sometime my hands were on both her thighs, I catch her from shoulders & lay down on the bed & I was on top at her, I opened my shirt & then my Pant & undy, now I was fully naked lying at her, she was now on hell and moaning loudly kia ker diya hay mojhay, kya ker rahay ho meray sath, meri aag boojha do, I questioned her are you virgin she opened her eyes saw me and move her neck in positive w!Ay oh god it was. She had been walking across the square, returning to her home after visiting with several other young mothers; the early morning had been spent picking out the perfect outfit for the baby; at eighteen, Sofia had taken for granted that she could fit into the same clothes she had worn before her pregnancy. So the morning had passed with idle gossip and discussion of the inconsequential. Then on her way home, a sight that had never been seen in the small village: two hundred rough-looking men.