My mother couldn't stop bucking on top of my father, but she did raise her eyes until she was looking out into the dark hallway. Then, in the light of...the bedroom lamp, she saw me, her own son, standing there in the doorway rubbing an obvious erection inside his shorts."Don't stand in the shadows, son," she whispered. "Come in here and help your father out."What? I wanted to slap my hand against the side of my head to clear it. I couldn't have heard what I just thought I did, could I?!!"What. "She cocked her head to the side and looked me over. "Why me and not one of the other girls here?"I shrugged. "I dunno," I said. "You just looked tired and cold and I thought that you could use a little help."She gave me a wan smile. "Do you have a name? Or should I just call you Friend?"I chuckled. 'My name is Ishmael."She raised an eyebrow, "I see your folks read Melville."That earned her points with me. Few people caught the reference to the book these days, and those who did usually had a. Maa mere lund se hath hatakar mujhse boli: Chalo jao ab hath saaf haina, jakar towel pehano aur apna short leke balcony mein dalo, jao… nangu pangu ladka.Woh dono khadi hasne lagi. Main towel pehna aur short lekar balcony mein gaya. Waha dhoop mein apne shorts taang kar kamre mein aaya. To maa aur aunty kamre mein aayi. Maa angdaayi leti hui boli: Thodi der so leti hun.Kavita aunty: Haan, mujhe bhi thoda araam karna tha.Main: Haan aaplogo ko kitna achcha hai, par meri naseeb mein to sofa. "Steve, Baby, I love you, did you read the note yet? Can I pleeeeeeease come home so we can talk? I am sooooooo sorry, you have to let me explain this and..." I hung up the phone while she blathered on.I grabbed a Honeycrisp Apple from the refrigerator and had it with some of my favorite Canadian MAple turkey breast. I brewed a cup of strong tea and sat down to watch the news on TV. The phone rang again and I picked it up and turned it off. After finishing my snack I got into MY bed. Almost as.