At early morning I woke up to see the time and saw a notification on the mobile. I unlocked the mobile, the notification said to insert a Memory Card. I checked the card slot and found the memory card missing. I thought it might have been fallen. But memory cards oriental don’t fall from mobiles. Then I realized that Puru must have taken it, that lewd fucker and thief. I think he must have thought that it had lots of my pictures. He must have some to shag himself, seeing them. He wasn’t aware that it was full blank and not a single file was on it. I said to myself, what a low-class person he was, didn’t exotic touch a coin from the purse. But took 300 bucks memory card. Anyways I didn’t count Puru trouble anymore. Neither had I considered blank memory card a problem. I went to drop Komal daily to school. But exactly on time and picked her up exactly on time. That way Puru didn’t get a chance to catch me unguarded. About a month later, after me getting fucked by Puru, it was Komal’s school’s annual. So the school was celebrating it with pride and a cultural function had been organized. The days were after winter, the climate was asian not very hot but still not cold either. The school didn’t have shades on its premises. So the management decided to celebrate the function after 4 pm in the evening and to be finished before 7 pm so that it doesn’t go dark. Komal’s parents were invited for it as Komal was also participating in something. But Sujata proposed me to attend the function. She was running between her periods and was feeling very much exhausted those days. Besides this, her husband was busy that day and she didn’t know how japanese to ride Activa. “Vanessa!” he groaned. She wanted it, wanted to suffer for her failure and her loss of freedom, to undergo the torture she had exotic been trained to expect, but to her absolute horror and despair, she felt only pleasure. Just before she walked out the door, she turned to the japanese others. He stayed over the top oriental of her, asian but moved so that his dick was in her face. The beach was beautiful, miles and miles of soft sand, leading to the famous ‘whale-tail’ sandbar at its north end. I told her I would. “What if you . . . I had to shake my head, what in the hell was going on? Maybe miracles were someone freezing time and changing things in that heartbeat. Oh, Baby!” She has watched porn and knows what happens but that was not the same.