Michael Twoyoungman, and the story he sharedalmost seemed like something out of Lovecraft rather than somethingbelieved by native Canadians - a story ...bout terrible monsters who onceroamed the land, who had been exiled thousands of years ago, but werealways trying to find a way back to the world of Men.The lecture itself was fine, but our teacher asked Melody and I to stayafter class, and then, to my total surprise, left the room, leaving usalone with our guest lecturer."I wish there was time. How about this time you go put down my bet?” He pulled some twenties out of his pocket. “$50 boxed exacta, 5 and 7.”“That’s the rest of your money,” Karen said tersely.“Right. My money.”“Sure, I can go make this one.” Ethan stood up and headed to the window.“He’s such an asshole, right?” Greg said once Ethan was out of earshot.“I don’t know, I think he’s nice. I think you just don’t like losing.”“Yeah but that was bullshit, he got lucky.”“Whatever. Better hope you win this one or it’s your last. I request the readers of my story to give feedback to my email Coming to the story, this incident happened a few days back.I was 18 years at that age.I was good looking fair in color with 34-32-36 stats.I like all boys and adults staring at me.But I was never interested in them.I was studying inter at my age.My parents both of them work in office. Me my mom and dad live in Andhra Pradesh.During my regular days my family got an invitation to attend my close relatives marriage.My parents told me. Of course she loved Phillip and Aaron, but deep within she knew she needed more. What, she wasn't sure. Perhaps some of that excitement of which she dreamed. She was being foolish she told herself. She had a loving husband and beautiful child. She should be content. Yet she knew she was not. Did she simply need to break the routine of wife and mother which seemed, at times, to weigh upon her? Was this all there was to life, seeing Aaron to his various activities, an occasional tumble in bed.