And of course, what about the silly girl like myself who mistook it as an assertion of that magic! All the pawing, biting and fucking that would lose all their frenzy as soon as the body drained itself of the purely physical intimacy that culminate into the jerky ejaculations of the male organ. Only I got wiser too late. More so because it was my first love. Nobody would believe that an educated, accomplished young lady turned 22 last summer, had never developed a crush or infatuation in her early years but for me that had exactly been the case.

I have always had a sheltered, chaste kind of life, right from school through college, safely sequestered in an exclusive convent among the cool hills of the north and then in a prestigious women’s college, the girl’s hostel looking more like a prison from outside.

Then I met Robert, right in the officers’ club at Dewsbury. I fell in love with the dashing junior engineer at first sight. With my mother dead and my father busy with his books and the glossy technology magazines after he returned home, I played the hostess to the young guest who my father said was a very hard working and knowledgeable mechanical engineer. Hard working indeed! He really worked hard at getting his fat fingers past the panty into my crotch and had cupped my right breast tightly on the

second evening of his visit itself when I went to the bungalow gate to bid him good night.