Hum dono ne raat ka khana khaya or bed par aa gaye main santosh ko dekh kar hasne laga to wo Boli bahut hasi aa rahi hai maine kaha nahi hasunga kapde...utaro na usne kaha mujhse nahi utarte apne aap utar le main khush ho gaya or eke k kar uske sare kapde utar diye or buri tarha se chipak gaya didi ke badan se didi ne kaha are pagal apne kapde to utar le to maine bhi keh diya mujhse nahi utarte khud hi utar lo wo pehle thoda hasi or phir mere tan se har kapda alag kar diya or boli bata ab kiya. I sure hoped Daddy would get it more easily.“Again,” I demanded. We were sitting across from each other at a small table - like a two-seat table you would see at any cafe, my right hand resting on the cool black surface.“Relax, with how tense you are you aren’t going to learn anything,” Nallen stroked the back of my arm with one hand, the other healing away the previous attempt as he did so.I knew the spot he was going to cut first, it had been the same every time - we had done half a dozen. Mom: Please, Abhishek. Stop it. Let’s not talk about it. I don’t even remember what you are saying. Leave it, please.Me: I plead you, mom. I beg of you. Please listen.Mom’s voice got a little damp, and her eyes wet. She said, “Okay, tell me.” In a very emotional tone which was about to cry her heart out.Me: I have seen you with them. I don’t know, but I never spoke to anyone about it. I liked what you did, but I didn’t like you to do with them.Mom: I am sorry. (Crying out slowly)Me: Don’t be. My knickers were nowhere to be found, shit and double shit, the bastards must have taken them too. I made myself presentable and went back inside to find my friend Shirley."How was it?" she asked."Fucking awful," I said, trying to smile, "you think by now I would have learned." Fucking bastards," she sympathise, "here turn around, you've got grass on the back of your dress." Thanks," I said letting her brush me down, "don't you sometimes think about giving men up Shirl?" Don't be mad," she.