She was crying now, quietly snivelling to herself from fear and self pity. Birch took no notice. He simply carried on methodically placing each blow... until he was satisfied. Emi felt him step away from her. She imagined him examining her marks carefully, head on one side, like an artist looking for flaws in a masterpiece. She was afraid that, like the artist, he might decide that he’d missed a bit, but instead of a paintbrush, he’d take up his belt again and correct it. Emi held her. Her face nestled into the backs of the seats. I assumed she was asleep.Interestingly enough, there was another young oriental woman intensely reading a book, flipping pages as she read. She was sitting in the last chair in the same row the sleeper was in. I thought it a little strange that both women appeared to be dressed identically. From the similarity between them, I guessed they must be twins. Like her sister, she never seemed aware of us.I casually thought both were waiting for news of. She lives in the village only and goes for coaching in the nearby village.After that, I had my lunch and slept. In the evening when I was going to the farm with my Grandpa, a girl came and touched the feet of grandfather. She was hot and her silver nose ring was making her even hotter. Later on, I asked my Grandpa who was she?He told me she is Priya our neighborhood Mahesh’s daughter. Until that time I had no bad intentions about her. The next day when after lunch I was in my room, I heard the. Lucy came out from behind the bar with her jacket and joined Steve and Sally.“Len’s OK if we go,” she said.“Have fun you three,” called Len as they headed to the door. He stressed the three.They were in number eight in no time and headed straight upstairs. Lucy, who was behind Steve, slipped her hand between his legs, cupping her hand onto his balls. He shrieked in delight. Once in the bedroom, Steve undressed quickly then joined Sally in undressing Lucy. It was part of the ‘protocol’ that they.