But I want you to promise me that you won’t tell dad about last night. Do we have a deal?”I was speechless.“For a month. You can have me for a m...nth if you keep your mouth shut for the rest of your life.”“Deal.”Let me tell you what happened last night.It was around midnight. Approaching the front door, I heard indistinct voices. It was strange because my dad was on a business trip and my stepmom was the only person who should be at home.It was my stepmom’s idea that I spend the weekend with my. My mom hold his hand for some time there and smiled naughtly. But Ramesh tried to remove the knot of towel. He almost removed but my mom hold it on her hands and pushed him away.She asked Ramesh whether he need any coffee or tea. He placed his index finger again on my mom’s boobs and replied, I need a milk from this tank. My mom slapped him slightly and asked him to wait, she went to bedroom to tie a saree.Usually my mom closed the door while changing dress. But on that day she didn’t. I. It is many times harder to hide it from police who are motivated to find someone. One of the best precautions I can take is to avoid any new government issued photo identifications. A teenage girl without photo identification is normal. An adult would draw immediate suspicion. It shouldn’t take more than a couple months.”I calmed down when I heard his very logical explanation. “I’m sorry, I guess that makes a lot of sense.”“I’m glad you understand, because some aspects of this aren’t going to. " Like really long?" asked Bob, surprised."I see you've already got the act down," giggled Beverly. "Sorrysweetie, but patience is important while we do the off scalp bleaching,and we'll make you comfortable through this little journey into blonde-hood together." Ohhh," Bob sighed, realizing his fate.She really was lying as it took about forty five minutes just to bleachthe back of his head. A good hundred or more foils were now folded fromear to ear in the back, and then her assistant rolled.