She didn’t told me anything else and cut the call, i was tensed as we had never met personally and suddenly she called me to her house.I immediately...went to my house, put a jeans and a t-shirt, took my bike and left for her house,I ranged the bell of her house, i was amazed to see her opening the door of her house.Let me describe her now, she is 22 year old, 5’2, fair girl with smooth skin, her boobs are something any man can die for, her figure is 34-30-32.Let’s come back to story, she opened. But I am sure Mr. Newton the tutor in charge ofthe play will get exemption for me. I will ask him at our first rehearsalon Tuesday.We then went for breakfast and from then onwards I was bombarded bydirections from Mother. How to walk, how to sit down, how to get up, how tohold my hands, how to use my arms, how to cross my legs when sitting, howto express myself when talking and much more. The instructions wereendless, but I am a good learner and by early afternoon Mothercongratulated me on my. No more leading a double life, except where my elderly parents were concerned. No more quick changes before my husband returned home each evening. No more secrets. No more lies. I liked that idea. I felt as if a real burden had been lifted from my shoulders. An emotional burden, that is. Now comes a physical and mental burden that could be even more painful to shoulder -- living under the thumb of two strict men. I hoped I could live up to their expectations of me.In the living room, you looked. At least they thought he was healthy until the aneurism ripped open a big blood vessel in his chest and he died holding her.The only one who could stay with her after the funeral was a male cousin slightly younger than her half-century. Orval had lost his wife to a stroke in the last year so could empathize. He hated living alone so was in no hurry to go back to his farmhouse in the hills. The bigger town Lucy lived in offered more entertainment. At least there was cable TV and the internet..