I first laid eyes upon a hairy armpit of a 13-year old girl when I was in secondary school in Malaysia. Through the gap afforded by the pinafore, I saw your hairy armpits, and instantly had a voyeuristic feeling to look at it further. It was exhilarating, and I felt titillated by it. Even until now I feel h**** whenever I see a young girl’s hairy armpit. I always am on the lookout for this at the bus stops, scanning for the pinafore-dressed school-going girls to see whether I can catch glimpses of hairy armpits.

To the girl, I still remember you, and I still remember your name.