Names Don't Count

Since it is a true story, I am avoiding the name of the places and people involved in it. However, I will try that the narrative provides you immense amount of entertainment and delight. In those days I was going to celebrate my 21st birthday. I often noticed that whenever Sheila visited our house, she kept on staring at my bulge between my thighs. I often felt quite embarrassed because her stare used to be fixed and piercing. She was a very beautiful woman, around thirty, I believe. She was as white as marble though it was quite strange because most of the South Indian women happen to be brown or darker in their complexion. Names Don't Count Copyright Chapter One: Sheila Chapter Two: A Chance Chapter Three: Sheila and Submission Chapter Four: Disclosure