A few days went by like that, and one Saturday as I was watching TV the doorbell rang. I opened the door and saw Neelima aunty standing at my door. I ...as a bit shocked to see her. It is not that she doesn’t come to our house, but after that day it was the first time she came.I opened the door and asked her to come in. Then I went in to call mom. As both of them sat on the sofa, I kept my ears on the wall between the rooms to hear them talking. I wasn’t sure why she has come, I thought maybe she. “Sometimes it’s just nice you know... when the guys are around, the conversation always ends up being about the same old fishing stories,” I pouted.“But baby, I brought your favourite little red rod and your lucky lure. You can get in on the conversation too,” he said. Like that was what I wanted to do, I thought sarcastically. Now normally I enjoy fishing with the best of them... today, however I had other things on my mind.“Ya, but I can’t do this with the guys around,” and with that I took. My friends and I had been together since grade school. We were probably much closer than brothers and always enjoyed our time together but this trip was to be different. For years we had all done things as a group—my three buds, our wives and me. Hell when we were young we even dated each of the women until we settled on the one we finally married. This trip Kenney had backed out because he had a business meeting the Monday after we were to leave that he just could not miss. He would come up. "You have made a resounding note not to give me a free reign over what is not yours in the first place. Do you want to reconsider your answer?"John immediately answers, "Yes sir and I apologize for our inconsideration." Do not kiss my ass Mr. Jackson. I was hoping that none of this information would ever come to light. However, 'your better than I attitude' has made me release it. I am not happy about it at all." You can trust us. None of this information will ever be revealed." I can not trust.