Mujhe kuch samjha me nhi aa rhe tha bus aunty ko mehsus kar rhe tha.tabhi maine aunty ke kandhe par apne honth rakh diye aur chumne laga phir aunty ki...chehre ko lekar unke galaon par kiss kar liya. Wo mujhe alag kar boli kya kar rhe ho mai tumhari maa jaise huin tumhari aunty huin…….mai thoda sabhal gya aur bola nhi aunty aap galat samjh rhi ho mai toh aapko bus pyar dena chahta tha taki aap ki udasi dur ho……wo thoda muskurayi aur boli sorry beta phir unhone mere hontho par apne honth rakha kar. "Mommy?" asked Mary Williams nervously. She looked around the roomwith all the pretty mirrors. "Mommy? Where are you, Mommy?" sheasked, tears welling in her eyes.As Mary exited the tent, she saw the Barker talking with a woman and apoliceman. The policeman was showing them a picture. Mary hoped shecould grow up and be just like the Barker someday - she wasn't muchtaller than her and she was pretty, but not like her mommy.Mary looked at the policeman and wondered if she was in trouble. But it turned out that in reality she was very insecure, and put on a stuck-up air both to cover for her own uncertainty and to go along with her friends. The real Tracy was rather sweet and shy. I decided to give her self-confidence a little boost and see what happened. I didn't want to make any radical changes -- I still really didn't know what I was doing -- but I thought I might be able to help her, which would give her something besides pleasure in exchange for the liberties I was. My mother is his third wife and he was 36 years old when he met her. Now, even at 42, he is the most handsome man I have ever seen. He has a perfectly chiseled body and his muscles could make anyone drool. He spoke to me very gently but we spoke very rarely. He was mostly reserved and busy and that mysterious way of his living attracted me more towards him. I figured out soon that my mom was very satisfied with him. I had no idea whether she loved him or not but at least her professional dream.