So things were going good, I was very happy for her because of her progress. So one day she asked me for my number and you know what happens after thi...s right.So as expected she started texting me on what’s app about all the work related things and during weekends she used to text me some jokes. I never thought about sex between us but one day she sent me a nonveg joke which was way dirtier and I couldn’t expect that from her. So I didn’t reply her anything and she sent me all apologies after. "I never knew my parents, but I know that they wanted me to grow up in a free land, where we can achieve our best, without fear, or terror."Ladies and gentlemen. I am just like you. I could no more stand by and leave it to others to try to do what needed to be done, than you could."That's how Americans are wired."We stand up to terrorists. We don't step aside."We face down death. We don't hide like scared children."We take what life dishes out. We don't cry over spilled milk."We do our best,. The moment I left the college hostel. On the way to meet Madhan, I could see the hungry awestruck eyes of the 50 years old hostel warden scanning me. The old-aged hostel watchman stared at me with his popped-out eyes. Even my roommate looked at me with her mouth wide open.The Ola driver had his eyes transfixed on me through the mirror, forgetting the roads. He spoke so softly when he asked where to drop. I enjoyed the dirty stares of these hungry men. I was thinking how I would be feasted by. "Now why the fuck would an 8-year-old girl like yourself tell her older sister and brother to get a room?" I ask. She just shrugs, and I feel like slapping her. Instead, I say "Well you had better fucking have good answer for me when I come back." I walk away, and knock on Amy's door. "Come in," she says, so I open the door. I see her lying in her bed crying, wearing only a bra and panties. I walk in, closing the door behind me. I sit on her loveseat beside her bed. She sits up. I notice.