Sare log bus mein chad chuke the phir main bhi chada.Meri nazren usse hi dhundne lagi. Bus chal padi thi sare log apne apne curtains laga chuke the. M...ine jaise hi apni seat ke curtains hataye meri ankhen fati ki fati reh gayi. Meri apsara mere samne thi. Aj to jaise meri lottery nikal gayi thi. Mere mann mein hazaro ladoo futne lage.Woh meri taraf dekhi par kisi tarah ka koi reaction nahi diya. Main bhi upar chada aur deewar ke sahare baith gay. Woh bhi mere samne baithi thi shayad thoda. “Please Jenn, it’s not what you think” I continued while being forced to enter the cottage.Once inside, Jenn was pacing; fuming like I had never seen her before. I got on my knees, begging: “please Jenn, just let me go, I’ll never do it again”.“So you admit that you were spying on me, you pervert” she shouted.“No…I mean…I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry, please just let me go. I swear; I’ll never do it again” I continued to plea.“Oh no, you’re not going anywhere. And what’s that in your. “I have to go, but here’s my number, if you ever need anything. And I do mean anything, ok?”“Hey, same here,” I told her, earnestly. I gave her my number too, and we programmed them into our respective cellphones. “You need me, I’m there.”She hugged me again, and I hugged her back. We said our goodbyes, and went our separate ways. Thinking back, I’m pretty sure that Alysha is the only friend I know from my childhood, who didn’t go to prison. Go fuckin’ figure, right?The lawyer read the Will,. Evidently, they could, and Juwanna pulled around me to take the lead in our convoy.Just after 8:00, she pulled off the freeway about an hour outside of Atlanta. A block off the freeway was a Waffle House restaurant. When we went inside, it was like old home week as one of the women there ran squealing to Juwanna, hugging her. Juwanna introduced us to her younger sister. Her sister and her husband owned this Waffle House. Despite their catching up, we were out the door in an hour. I even chased.