Two days had passed since that afternoon behind the vegetable counter. Two long days of my body remembering every second. The way Sharma Uncle’s rough hands had squeezed my medium breasts. The thick hard ridge of his cock dragging across my heavy ass. The filthy words about my mother Bhuvana. And later, in the bathroom, the way I had come so hard and so fast that my legs had given out.

I was walking home from college, bag hanging from one shoulder, tight jeans hugging the thick curve of my ass and a simple white top stretched across my chest. The colony was its usual noisy self until I crossed the lane near the shop. Sharma Uncle was standing outside, waving his hand at me.