Placing the cat back on the ground I put my hand on the doorknob andturned it. I swallowed hard. I knew this was the wrong type of behaviorfor this. I...wasn't being left. I wasn't leaving my girlfriend either.This was just so Jess can able to wrap her head around all this."Steven..." Jessica said with a sound of doubt in her voice. I turnedaround so quickly I could have broken my own neck. I was eager. I wantedto hear her tell me you can stay. But I knew I would not hear that. Shelooked at me. "I'm sure you understand why we'd think differently," she said.It was Joy's turn to bob her head."Do you know the last time I had a drink?" she asked rhetorically. "Four weeks ago last night. It's been six weeks since I've done any sort of intoxicant. I haven't sneaked off campus in four weeks. I haven't even back-talked one of the instructors in a month. I'm trying, Mom. I know Stanford isn't a joke and I'll need to work."Collette sighed and nodded."But Dad needs to stay off my ass about. I'm not 300 miles away anymore, you got your aunt Connie here with you," Connie said."We know Connie, but I think we're still nervous though. I mean this is huge to say the least," Judy replied.Then our food came. We were served our food and cut into them to make sure they were done to our liking. Which they were fine. So we started eating, but they ate their salads first."Well are you happy sweetie? You asked me a few times, but are you really happy," I asked."Yes of course I'm. I've been. Damu, the son of my aunt Latika and uncle Prakash, was blond with blue eyes with great broad shoulders and at 18 my rural cousin was a strapping example of manhood. At six feet tall and about 165 pounds he never seemed to have any problems getting the girls in his small town to take notice of him. While we were both the same age, mine was a different story entirely. With long hair I was five foot five and 125 pounds sopping wet if I was lucky. Living in the city and going to such a large high.