My eye catches movement by the door: our band director is coming into the room. I'm alright with him, he's a pretty cool guy, married, probably regret...ing going into the marching band business. I look at the clock and realize I've been here for a whole fucking hour longer than I should have. I need to go. Now. I say goodbye to my section, and reluctantly walk to the door. Here's the thing, right? I hate the band, just straight disgusts me. But the people? They're all super cool and I'm glad. " I said.Mom pulled the covers up over her milky-white legs. Her skirt had ridden-up so that her long, naked legs were completely exposed for our viewing pleasure. "So my boy like these legs huh?" She asked."Yeah." I answered. "What do you like about them?" She asked."I don't know, their just so long and smooth looking." I answered."They are smooth... Wanna feel?" She asked."Are you sure?" I asked, excited by the invitation.Mom smiled."I think you've earned enough points so far to diserve it.. There she was standing with her blouse visible and her lower saree still undraped. Dad lifted her and took her into the bedroom and closed the door.I rushed to the bedroom window and saw that aunty was giving blowjob. Actually, dad was making her do that by holding her hair. Later she was doing it willingly. Then dad removed his shirt and sat on bed partially naked. Then he came in her mouth and she spat some of it and drank rest.She stood and slowly removed her blouse and the rest of the. But we loved it. We were there to fulfill our dreams.We were young, ambitious, and in love with the idea of struggling for our goals. The starving artists--noble and admirable. Nights we weren't working we spent up the roof, under the stars. We'd drag a cheap folding lawn chair to the roof and lie together, side by side. The apartments in the building all had fire-escape balconies, and we were the youngest tenants by 30 years or so. Most of our neighbors spent their evenings sitting outside.