Letting those expectations go allowed her to become comfortable with them. The majority of the time, the fact they were lesbians never crossed Susan's...mind. A month passed before Mary wanted to throw a party. Mary's parties were like any other but with few differences. The music was never loud like those high school ones, where you must scream to make a whisper. Mary always had light jazz playing in the background to give the atmosphere the right feel. She served only wine and some delicious. I answered the phone without looking at the caller ID."Morning," I said sleepily."Mark," my father's voice sang out poisonously. "I'm sure you remember what day today is." The band you are with is in town," I said. "They have a concert at the Civic Center at seven. I have school, but I can miss my final period, so I'll be leaving school around two and should be at the center at three." I'll be waiting," my father said. "And you better not try to stand me up." I'm not some teenage drama queen. I am sorry."I guess I expected him to be frightened because when he turned his face towards me and smiled, I admit to being surprised."Oh, no, young man," he said, in a pleasant voice, amused, "I hardly expect you to lift me. Instead, could you please untangle my hair from my bristly friend here?"Sure enough, his long black and gray braid was snarled in the overhanging branches.I drew my dagger."Let me just get a grip on this branch and I'll whittle you free." No!" he exclaimed. "Cut the braid. But she was let down when she realized that they were in India…the worst place for sex which was considered taboo. She had this feeling that she was going towards her first failure.The session ended at nine and Anjali went to bed thinking about Rohan’s rising sexual urge. She was certain that the only solution to this problem would be Rohan having sex with an aunty…but that was impossible. Or was it?Amit came into the bedroom and they had sex. Anjali fantasized about aunty-boy sex while Amit.