"If you say that again I shall go h—," the awkward girl started and scowled. "I shall go somewhere else." Dad thinks I should just call them and get...them to take a statement." I can't prove any of it," Fiona replied. "I know them. They will all get together and say that I put on a little show for them. I bet they have put ten pounds in my desk drawer or something like that and they will have got their stories straight. Plus, they will say that I attacked that nasty little conniving two-faced,. I was and remain my own person; Jack Kerouac could have written a book about me. I was a physical clone of my dad: five-seven, 148 pounds, unruly brown hair, a fast smile, and a steel hard body. We never had much money, but dad made sure there was always food on the table, clothes on our backs, new shoes every Christmas, and a loving home. Dad worked for Ardmore Building Materials: rock, sand, hollow block et cetera. He always worked hard, too hard as it turned out; he died of a heart attack. The next time Sue and I went out in public, I wore a wig, a simple dress with a front-buttoned top over my nursing bra, and a touch of makeup for effect, rather plain appearance, but passable. Although I felt strange at first, I quickly grew accustomed to presenting as a woman. My attachment to our baby had aroused some unusual feelings within me, and the fact that I was posing as a woman...a mother...seemed all very natural, and desirable. At feeding time, we went into the ladies lounge. .Cholo aab story k or chalte hai aajse 2saal pehle ki baat hai 12 pass krke ba ki addmition k liye srirampur gya tha college pasand aaya or addmition krli or sath me kidaye ka ek room bhi thik krli(college humare city se dur tha) sab kuch thik krke ghor aaye college khulne me 10day the jaise taise 10 day bhi nikal gya aab jana tha room me agle din college k liye nikal pra packing karke rm pousa rm malik ne kaamra saaf krke rakha tha fir mene apna saman sahi se fid kia usdin aise hi bat gya.