"God, this is freaky. Mom, why don't you recognize me?" Stop calling me 'Mom.' I don't have a daughter, I have a son." I feel like I've stepped into a... episode of 'Sliders.' Mom--" Stop calling me that!" I'm sorry! I can't very well call you 'Mrs. Andrews,' can I?" That's what I'd expect a total stranger to call me!" Okay." I took a seat at the table. "Let me tell you what I experienced this morning. Let's work through this calmly." I took a breath. This was something right out of the movies,. They walked, still intertwined, to the back bumper of her car. Jason was pushed up against the car as they continued to kiss. As they separated Alexa was staring down at his chest. She slowly raised her eyes until their gazes met. Jason felt lost in those deep brown eyes. “I don’t want you out of my life Jason. Not now. Don’t leave me.” “Of course not.” “Meet me at my place in an hour. My parents are out of town so we’ll have plenty of time to ourselves to talk.” Jason was more excited than he. “You’ll see.” Her grin was wide. “I’m so happy you’re going to come this year.”When I arrived Friday afternoon I followed Mme Bertha’s directions and pulled into a side street a couple of blocks from the main plaza. I never discovered the exact relationship between Mme Bertha and the woman who greeted me at the door of a fairly nondescript house on the corner, but Mme Bertha’s instructions had been very clear. Once I’d identified myself, the landlady, Sra. Martínez, welcomed me and showed me to. I smiled at her and so did she. Our conversation started like:Ritu: How are you Aryan?Me: Fine and you?Ritu: Fine too. Did you come alone?Me: Yes, and you came with family?Ritu: No, Husband and kids couldn’t come due to school exam and some personal work. Sorry for today.Me: Why sorry?Ritu: I came to your room without knocking as I was seeing you after a long time with excitement.Me: It’s fine.Ritu: Sorry to see you without clothes (with a kinky smile), you have a nice tool.Me: You too.I was.