Me- No, it’s not like that!She- Then won’t you quit for me.Itne pyaar se kaun bolta hai, sala yahan main pighal gaya. I mean she was looking so go...geous with that light red lipstick and that red kurta. She even curled her hairs from the bottom so they were bouncy. The red lipstick was complimenting her fair face.For a moment I thought of jumping on her but then I took control of my instincts. While talking all this I was still glued to the same spot as I was puffing. I didn’t even budge a. We reached the end of the first album. I opened the second. There weremore pictures of family events - outings, holidays, school activities.There was one of my mother in the junior play, which presumably sparkedher interest in theatre. Next to it was a clipping from the schoolmagazine praising her performance. Then, suddenly, there was my father.His first appearance in the album was in a group with Fred, my mother, andsome of their classmates. It looked like a school outing. They were. It had been at least six years since we'd last seen each other,but he still remembered me. He joked about how I had once tried to cook ahot dog in chemistry lab on the bunsen burner and did a lousy job. Don'tthink even Julia Child has tried that one. I told him I wanted to askquestions about a paper he had written that was I going to present to myclass. Flattered, he quickly agreed to see me at his office next Tuesday. The trip from my office in Catonsville to his office in Bethesda. The sexting with H had cranked up a notch or two. We'd been speaking about taking the next step and involving a black man in our sex lives and exactly what we'd all do together. I felt like it was becoming imminent, and in my head I'm thinking Darius would be perfect, but H still didn't know what we had been getting up to. I was hoping it was just a matter of time but I didn't know how to broach the subject with either of them. I'd think of something.I'd hit the gym that morning and built up a.