You know, I stopped wearing panties, except during periods.”She told me proudly.“Did you….did you…suck…you know…?” I asked her.“Cock? ...Yes , many times, he also licked my cunt. We go on the terrace, lock the door for few minutes ” Shabnam confided.“Did you….do it?” I asked her.“No, we didn’t fuck. We could have but I wanted to fuck on a bed leisurely, not in a hurry in a toilet and in a panic” she told me coolly.“But where will you get a bed and chance?” I wondered.“Listen, next week we are. My favorite method is the butter knife method. Instead of aspoon, which always seems to leave a little bit around the edges at thebottom, I go with a butter knife. It does a much better job of gettingthat yummy chocolate all mixed in. My freshly prepared glass of chocolate milk and I then moved to theliving room where I plopped down on the couch. As I sat there sippingthe chocolaty goodness and trying to clear my head, my innerphotographer started looking around I noticed moonlight shining. He removed his dhoti and started unhooking her blouse. Her mother had said rightly, that this would happen.“Tum bahut sexy ho. Mujhe bahut achi lagti ho.”( you are very attractive. I love you.)“Ji, aaj raat so jaiye. Mujhe bahut darr lag raha hai,please.”(Let us sleep tonight. I’m not ready, please)“Daro nahi.. Main tumse pyar karta hun. Tumhara pati hoon. Tumhare badan ko sukh dunga.”(Don’t be silly… I love you. I’m your man. I’ll satisfy you.)Her blouse came away showing her lacy bra. Her. What she was waiting for she truly did not know. There was only this feeling. It was said in the village that she had the ‘gift’. Sometimes she knew what was going to happen. It was never clear. She couldn’t tell fortunes, there were just some things she knew, intensely, viscerally. Her life was marked by a series of such signposts. She had known she would marry Fyodr, had known, too, that she would never see him again the day he left for the war. She had mourned him in her heart from that.