She pauses again very hesitant but she makes the right decision and over her head it pops off and falls to the floor. The only thing left covering her...rack is a black laced bra. Her hair fell in front of her eyes so she runs her hands through and pushes it all back behind her head. I reach down and slide my hand under her bra and clutch her whole left tit. It feels nice. I pinch, twist and tweak her nipple spinning my finger all around it. Kelly’s hands are still clutching her hair behind her. I stopped praying and she stopped talking to me… at least for a year or two. So… I’m an ‘Other.’ Whatever genes are in me, they aligned to form something between ‘exotic hottie’ and ‘junkyard mongrel.’ I didn’t much care which. The way guys kept hounding me, I guess my ‘hottie’ persona must have slipped to the fore from time to time, but I kept it at bay as best I could. After I left home, I immersed myself in quantum physics at MIT. I simply didn’t care about religion… or about men. I even. 5 months since I made the first call. My birthday was coming around the weekend and she was busy that weekend so I shut myself up staying alone in my rented room as I stay away from my parents due to my work.The night came. The clock ticked 12. She called me at 12.01 and wished me on my birthday and I slept by 2 after all the calls. I told my family and friends that I am out of town on a job so no one pokes their head around.In the morning, I woke up next to her pretty face wearing a bathrobe. “I want you to clean up your pigsty of a room.”“You’re not my mom,” Colin dismissed her. “Besides, I’m eighteen years old, now. You can’t tell me what to do.” His relationship with Veronica was strenuous at best. She had married his father only six months prior and Colin viewed her as a gold-digging invader rather than a part of his family.“You may be eighteen,” Veronica countered, “but you’re still in high school and living under this roof. I may not be your mother, but when your father is.