The Joneses had both recently retired and decided to move to a little country cottage. It was with a heavy heart that I helped them load their belongi...gs into the van. They had been a constant in my life while I was growing up and I had many happy memories of times with them. As they drove away I couldn’t help feeling that my c***dhood was over - as it turned out I was righter than I knew!.Two days later our new neighbour arrived. Mum, Dad and myself greeted her and she introduced herself as. I know it is exciting, so let us get into it.I live in Bangalore, and I do various jobs to earn my living. One of those jobs is teaching in a college here. As I told in my previous story, I have a bit of a fan following in college wherein I keep getting messages from students of all kinds.This is the story of Monisha, who is my student. She is the very beautiful woman of my dreams. But very soon, I got to know that she was married and had a kid. Therefore, I withdrew myself from her and this. Julie was introverted, Sarah extroverted. Julie was the good Catholic girl, Sarah was the campus slut. Sarah had even given Julie a key to her apartment. Even though her initial motivation for befriending Julie was less than pure, Sarah genuinely adored the shy girl, and saw her as an important project. The goal: to bring out the slut in Julie. She knew that Julie secretly wanted it. The slut inside her was just seething underneath layers of inhibitions–probably brought about by the way her. While loving the food I prepared and complaining about his wife's cooking, food was a source of conflict between us. I love cooking, which provided the strongest bond with my father. In thirty minutes, I can make Asian dishes others marvel at. In Mountain View, a childless, elderly, Italian woman across the street adopted me when I was an eighteen-year-old pregnant bride. She taught me Italian cooking. The Mexican women next door grew corn, ground it and made tortillas. From her, I learned to.