“You are dazzlingly beautiful, and lovely”, this is what my school mates exclaims when they see me. I am a tenth grade student.  My mathematics teacher often put his hand in my shirt’s pocket (as if he is searching for something) and smiles at me. At that moment, I found out that my school-mates were calling me beautiful because of my over-grown physique.

My maid often whispers in my ear and ask me to dress properly when my father is around. I have seen my father hand-shaking many times, but didn’t take it serious until that day when I was struggling for my virginity under his influence.

Years flew.  I realized that he is not my biological father, and my teacher – a sex maniac.