I have no rhythm, and to compliment that, I have a horrible singing voice. Or would once it was done changing. I walked into the choir room late after...another trip to the office to figure out where they hid it.“Late Mr. Broomer?” A short man like a young Mr. Roper with a Hitler mustache stood in the center of the room, the kids on a circular riser behind him.“I have a pass from the office.”“Of course you do ... You missed warmup. But I’m sure you are prepared, perhaps you’d like to go. Richa: You guys also not falling sleep. Do you want to play cards?My Gf (without thinking anything, in excitation): Yes!!! I also wanted to play while traveling.(I thinking “oh god, what the hell is problem with girls”)Richa: Great!! soon Soma and Sakshi will come here after finishing their movie which has only half hour left.After that, she left and then I closed the door and scolded my Gf that why the hell did she said yes. She said me that she wanted to do this for so long time.While saying. As we got to her house the first thing i noticed was the well tended lawn and garden in the front, with a large array of flowers growing neatly against the house, and a pair of well trimmed trees stood guard in the yard, planted on either side of the walkway leading to the house, which was a welcoming house, with nicely decorated windows and door, and a warmly painted roof and porch (The color of which i don't recall, sorry) I let her lead me up onto the porch, where she pulled out a key and. My father and I were never close and he remained asleep in bed, as I sat with my mother in the lounge. All she was wearing was her thick nightdress and she was sitting opposite me in an easy chair.I poured out my story and the tears were flowing as I told her of all the tales I had heard. She called me over with open arms, I knelt down in front of her and she held me in her arms. I glanced down and her nightdress had ridden up her thighs. Right in front of me less that a foot was her exposed.