And while the topic of marriage had yet to come up, she even wanted me to call her ‘mommy’! She was only ten years my senior! “Don’t,” dad�...s infuriated voice shook me from my angry reverie, “call her that. If you can’t respect her, you’re free to move out. You’re of age, so nothing’s stopping you! Now you either change your behavior, or I’ll help you pack your things. Is this clear?” His face had turned crimson over his short tirade, and I had never seen him this enraged, not even when Jess and. I’m stopped at the lights and I want to jump out of the car and chat her up – and she turns and looks at me as the lights turn green! I just have time to wave as I take off – and she waves back. FUCK FUCK FUCK! Just my luck.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!On my way back, an hour and twenty later I’m looking for her and funny, but I somehow almost know she’ll be there … and she is!I park the car, wave to her across the street and she comes over. I make no bones about it, I strip her with my eyes as walks. You try to stop him but he has your blouse and bra in one hand and your trousers in the other – you see his hands caress the lacy fabric of your bra and then to your horror, your matching lacy knickers fall from your trousers and land between his feet. He puts your bra, blouse and trousers on the side and then bends to retrieve your panties. As if in slow motion, he picks them up and then looks at you before returning his attention to the delicate fabric – you know they are damp, you know they. She would always be in a saree with a bag in her hand and that saree would show her figure perfectly. She was a sight to behold. Now to the story. So I would just see her and probably go with her in the lift at times. She would just smile and I was unable to start a conversation. As it was a 16-floor tower, the lifts went up quick. So wouldn’t get much time to talk.Later I wouldn’t get to see much of her due to my college timings. I would just see her walk by or from afar. But it all changed.