“I can’t. It’s that time.”“Monthly?”“Yeah.”“I’m sorry.”“Fucking sucks.”“Does it hurt?”“Yeah, not real bad but it sucks... And I’m horny. It’s not fair hurting and being horny and I can’t do anything about either.”“We can fuck you know.”She lifted her head to look at me.“What do you mean?”“My penis will still successfully insert into the vagina,” I said like I was stating something painfully obvious, which it was.“Ewwwwww!” I tried not to laugh but her disdain was clear.“Do you bleed a lot?”“No,. I asked her what if he fucks you? She was like no never he is innocent and asked me to stop doubting him. I asked her was everything fine when she woke up? Then she told me her dress was all rolled up when she woke up the next day and nothing much was her reply.God knows if he has fondled her full body and even has fucked her to the fullest. She is so dumb and will never know.During Holi, some celebrations were planned at her house as her some Uncle and Aunty came from North and said they wanna. I don't know why but Mr Klay has always given me the creeps even though at around twenty one he is probably young enough to be my son but the way he looks at me always makes me feel slightly uneasy, as though he is always mentally undressing me. Oh well no time to worry about that. Plugging the bath, I turn both taps and add bubble bath. In the mirror I study my body as I let my clothes pool at my feet. After three children and 30+ years on earth it has taken a lot to keep my body in the shape. Then the phone rang, interrupting her first private concert in her brand new apartment. She checked the caller ID and took a deep breath before answering. ‘Hi, Mom…’ She let her towel fall to the floor and headed to the bedroom. Her empty apartment amplified every sound, from her mother’s digitized voice, to her own wet footsteps thumping the hardwood floor. ‘I’m fine, Mom,’ she said. ‘No, I didn’t pause before I said ‘fine,’ Mom. I’m good… Because they mean the same thing, Mom…’ She.