“Hey, Baby. I’ve been waiting for you since noon. I’ve got everything ready for our Valentine’s Day dinner.” Just how thoughtful can one man...be? He has roses out on the table for us, and they fill the air with such a pleasant aroma that one cannot—wait, is that baked rosemary chicken I smell as well? Everything is just as it should be, at least I believe so.We have dinner by dimmed lamplight and just enjoy one another’s company. Even though we’re now in the same city, we have not had time to. She lay on her side and watched him while he slept.This was the last day she had to be Sonya. Tomorrow she needed to go backto work as David. And now she needed to make a choice: spend the last daywith Jeremy, if he would have her, or walk out of his life now and letthe night be what it was, a memory to hold onto. She tossed the choicesaround in her head, tried to imagine what would happen with each one.Tears rolled down her eyes as she realized that the choice didn?t matter.In the end, her. I refused to become one of the many obnoxious jerks that belonged to those supposed brotherhoods…brotherhoods my ass…jeez, what a bunch of jerk-offs. The sororities were just as bad, if not worse in many ways. I mean shit, the things that they made people do to gain entrance was total bullshit, hence the reason Jeff and I both scoffed at the absurdity of such an idea. ~~~~~~ TWO YEARS LATER It was during the spring semester of 1977 that I met, and was immediately smitten by, a girl named Wendy. Ye mera ek aisa anubhav he jo padhane ke liye to ek sexy story he lekin ek Baap-Beti ke ristay ke liye ek kalank he. Jo aap sab ye story padhoge to apne aap jaan jaaoge. To abhi me apne baare me kuchh batau, mera naam Varsha he aur meri age 29 he aur me abhi House Wife hu mere Husband Businessmen he aur me Pune me rehti hoo. Me apne aap to apni khud ki taarif nahi kar skati lekin itna jaroor keh sakti hoo ki sab log muje dikhne ke baad muje bhul nahi paate he me itni sunder hoo aisa meri Mummy.