I picked some out and held them against my naked body andturned to an old mirror that was at the end of our large attic. For amoment I was stunned. Ju...t that piece of frippery against my young slimbody, draped as if I was wearing it, seemed to change me from an "elfin,pretty boy"; my mother's words not mine. It was the time of long hairfor boys, the seventies and eighties and I was no exception, my hair,which my mother styled in a pageboy cut, framed my face and the lilacslip I was holding. But it was one of her contacts calling to say that Jim couldn’t be found.Mom ... Marilyn, started to panic, as the next two days seemed tortuously long. She was by the phone, waiting and hoping that Jim had simply lost track of time and wandered off. Candy and I were trying to keep her upbeat, but she would lapse into despair, a few times a day.Finally, a call came in; he was found! However, he was dead. The powers that be, insisted they have a forensic autopsy, but despite this ... there was. So I gave my business card to her.After arriving hyderabad, we said bye to each other and moved on own pathway. In the afternoon I got a call from her saying that she is going to blast a truth that she is friend of my close friend (women). I asked how do u know that I am friend of hers. She said that she checked at my fb. Then we had a lengthy and close discussion and then chating, calls bla bla bla.In short time we became very close and we used to discuss the personal adult things also.At one. Remarkably, there were interviews with the government candidates, but none with the opposition. Nor was there any mention of the opposition platform, their issues or manifesto. Lauren cuddled closer to him, shielding herself from the onslaught of news that annoyed her sense of fair play.The lounge itself looked like a battlezone, with old newspapers and books lying over the floor. Lauren noted that two pairs of knickers lay down by the television that had been washed in the bathroom but hadn't.