I’m sure you know how that goes… Anyways, back to my story. I moved back in after my dad had his heart attack, and I’ve been living in hell ...ver since. I finally convinced my mom to let me travel to Mexico for a much needed vacation. I arrived in my home town of Culiacan , Sinaloa. I hadn’t been there in at least five years, everything looked so different. I got off the bus, wearing some blue daisy dukes, pink spaghetti strap (without a bra of course) my hair in a pony tail, and some pink. Instead I had to hold the bars by the seats. In front of me is Anu. What the hell is happening to me. Some kind of chemical reactions inside of me. Anu is of course one of the cutest in our school. I never thought of it this way before. She looks like my mom but very fair and slim. Okay I wouldn’t say this, I mean I shouldn’t; she has big breasts. And cute butt that raised above from her skinny body. I like asses but not of my sister. Do I? The bus hasn’t even moved a mile but my mind has gone. "Yutch, what the hell were you thinking? You don't think your Uncle Donald and I already have enough problems without you two dimwits locking horns? What the hell was so important to the two of you that you had to go at it right in a public movie house?" My father didn't object to my fighting, and certainly not to my winning. He was objecting that I'd made his already strained relationship with his brother in law even more strained. He also didn't approve of fighting in public establishments.. As the fire roared and then settled down, bringing the coals to optimum cooking temperature, I mingled with my co-workers - as was expected of me - mostly listening as they talked of upcoming projects, past projects, current projects, and their own hopes and dreams of someday making partner in the firm. It was a commonly accepted notion that that particular reward could conceivably come after only twelve to fifteen years of eighty-hour weeks. They all seemed excited by this thought. It only.