” I felt like pouting.“Ruby, they wouldn’t allow that, knowing how close we all are. The point of being here at school is to learn to come OUT... of our comfort zones and focus. It would be fun, but part of me knew already.”“I guess so. Well, see you girls at lunch, good luck!” The first day of classes was always so nerve-wracking. We never knew what to expect and we were always plunged head first into whatever we would be learning.Etiquette didn’t seem so daunting and I was curious about so. Who am I now? Some would say I'm a killer. A rapist. A cruel hearted bastard.A sadist. A psycho. And those people would be right, it's true. I am all of those,and more. But others, the ones I favor, would call me an arist. A genuis. Just because I actually end lives, and take beautiful girls against their will, does not make me worse than most men. Everyone has their sick fantasies,I just prefer mine to be satisfied. Tonight, they were.She wasn't quite like the girls I usually captured- I. Dave watched his precious wife descend the steps to the canal-side, he was already erect! The sun was setting, the world bathed in that strange flush of that `soon to be dark’ twilight of a warm June evening, her heels clattering on the stone steps, worn smooth over the last 150 years by countless feet. Boldly she wandered through the patchy gorse, here and there small tents, some real but cheap tents, some just plastic sheets, some cardboard or corrugated iron, from at least one, a pair of. I was sure she is feeling some pain in her back. I got up and asked her if she needs any help, should I call my mother.Aarti: Nahi bhaiya, aunty ji ko kuch mat bolna, kahi woh mujhe nikaal na de. Ye theek ho jaaega. (No I’m ok, don’t tell this to your mother, she may kick me out.)Me: Are esa kuch nahi hoga, ruko. (No such thing will happen.)She held my hand and stopped me. She had a strong grip and I almost fell as the floor was wet. I was standing close to her and could feel the heat from her.