Now we faced high school together. Even allowing for Saturday's tour the turmoil was intimidating, the geography confusing, and our assigned peer coun...elors had their own opening day challenges to deal with. Consulting the fists of papers we'd been given during orientation, I helped maneuver them through the maze to find homerooms and lockers."Diane Walker!" Here," I responded as I slid into my desk in home room in the nick of time. I was aware of various curious looks from some of the people. So the next day I again met him and I told him I arranged a party to him and a nice lady is there listening this he was very eager and told he will be coming so I called him at night at my home and he asked if mita comes I told she has gone out and at night the door bell rang and vikas was present I made him sit in the hall and opened the beer and I put off all the light just one bulb was there and as we were drinking he asked me where is the lady and I told him to wait. After having 4 beer we. My mom opened the door and said, “Mamayya (Uncle in telugu), you? Something important?”Rajendra (Her uncle): Nothing important, my dear daughter Neelu. Just felt like talking to you.Mom: Sure, uncle. Please come in.I heard the doors being closed. I came out of my room, thinking about why he went to her room at that time. The sight of him eying my mom’s cleavage also flashed on my mind.The rooms had open windows with grills. I got a clear view of both of them sitting on the bed beside each. I sat on the balcony of my two-bedroom apartment (wearing my typical morning attire: boxers only), sipping a beer, and enjoying one of the last few days of my vacation. I teach mathematics at Central High School (Advanced Math & Calculus), and soon I would be back to the early mornings, crowded hallways, and lesson plans. The kids call me ‘Mr. B’. At first, I didn’t notice the moving truck in the parking area below, until a young woman carrying a cardboard box caught my eye. The blonde must.