.. Not unless you wanted me to," the brunette said, and I could see that she was starting to tear up. My heart broke at the sight, and I reached forwa...d to cup her cheek in my hand, rubbing away a tear with my thumb as it started to fall."That is the last thing I want," I told her, and happily watched as her face lit up. "But I won't stand for anymore of this boycott or whatever you want to call it, either. I love you too, Dixie, and I truly mean that. But you need to decide if I am important. So I did not see or talk to my mom from age 12 to 21. I once heard from my dad that she was still drinking when he visited my brother. And in 1966, I decided to stay in the Navy. It so happened that one my mom's sisters came to San Diego on business. She had remained close to my dad, and knew my ship was home ported there, so she came to visit me. Aunt Tommie told me that my mom wanted to try and make amends with me, and asked if I would take leave and visit her. I had wanted to see my little. I’m 23 years old fair, tall (6’1) and the slim guy living in Bangalore working in an MNC.Now, coming to the story, one Saturday I was quite bored as my roommates were out of the station and I had to spend the whole weekend alone, so I decided to go online to talk to some strangers. After few frustrating conversations I met women, her name was Priya ( name changed ) 28 years old. We were having an amazing conversation. I came to know that she was divorced and it really shocked me. She said that. Man b jao na”ye sab kehte hua manali ne neha ko muzse chipkake bitha diya.”kya sharma rahi hai,pata vinesh andar tumhare zato k bare me puch rahi thi.esiliye cream le k aayi hai.”maine uska hath pakad k kaha k layi ho to laga b do.tab wo nazre utha k muze dekh ne lagi.to mai ne romanticly us k mathe ko chuma.fir uske gore gore gaal chume.fir uski neck ko honthose sehlane laga.usne ek lambi saas li.samzdar ko eshara kafi hai me ne us k hontho ko chuaa aur us k reshmi balo ko pakad k dhire dhire.