I started to feel him going hard in his sleep. I was surprised and shocked to realize that he is no more a boy and that he is a man now. More than tha... my problem was the woman in me woke up. Not that I have not had any relationships post my divorce, but not very often.And now his hardness was poking me from behind. It giving me a tough time. My mind and body were not in terms of each other. My mind was asking me to move away and sleep whereas my body was moving me more towards him. Slowly. See, I’d kind of like to take a weekend,” he said, staring down at the apron. “Like ... maybe this one. And I can’t unless you—”“—take the shows?” she finished for him.“Right. So, well, would you?”“This wouldn’t have anything to do with little miss Barbie, would it?” she asked in a slightly brittle tone. Over the last couple of weeks a girl had been a frequent visitor, sometimes at the shows but more often during their sparsely attended training sessions. She always showed up with carefully. It was fun having to try to see your cards in the dim light so we started drinking more and more. We all began to get pretty well drunk and talk turned sexual. We tried to get S to play strip poker but shed decline each time. S. went to the bathroom and R. told me shed be passed out soon. He made her a drink and she drank it all when she returned. It wasnt ½, hour that she was passed out, laying back on the couch R. said told you and I asked what he did and he just said he made her a. I went home and told mom she said we have no option but to wait until Poonam arrives. After 2 days I was feasting on my mom’s boobs in the afternoon when the doorbell rang. I was annoyed and told my asshole dada will open the door but he was fast asleep so mom wore her clothes and opened the door to see Poonam standing there.She apologized to mom for not coming to work but did not say the reason. Then I told her I saw her at the police station. She was shocked and then started crying. Mom asked.