Linda returned to the couch, setting her drink on the coffee table and dropping her head into her hands. Tears began to well up in her eyes as she rec...lled how well things had seemed to be going up until the night they were actually married. She had turned down the opportunity to become a guidance counselor with her recent college psychology degree in order to marry Tommy, giving up the career she had worked so hard for. It had been the best position she could have hoped for with her lack of. He died from a rare form of cancer he got as a result of Agent Orange exposure during his tour of duty in Viet Nam. He had been ill for many years, and although my mother had had a great deal of time to prepare for his death, she was terribly grief-stricken when it finally happened. My dad had known he was dying for some time, and told me over and over how that when he died I would become the man of the house. He made me promise to take care of Mother in every way (whatever that meant to me. I asked him the reason. She said that he was at the railway station and was going to stay in the city till Tuesday morning. He thought he could stay with us but in the absence of Hemal, it wasn’t a good idea. I said that I don’t feel uncomfortable if he stays with me at the flat. But he strongly rejected.He said it wasn’t a good idea, and even if I wasn’t uncomfortable he was. I kept silent for a while. He asked whether the hotel in which I worked was good enough to stay. I acknowledged, of. I tilted my head up to meet her sweet kisses. I could taste and smell strawberries on her breath. She ran her fingers through my hair and I moaned into her lips before pulling away. I just looked up at her and told her that the seven minutes were almost over. She kissed me again and hopped off of me. She told me that she had a lot of fun and was greatful I was her first experience with a woman. I told her the pleasure was all mine and then I heard the timer ring outside the door. I said after.