The law would call what we'd done statutory rape.“Don't worry about her age,” she said, “just keep things out of the public eye. I best be gett...ng', don't want to be here when she shows up”I walked her down to her scooter.“Martha,” I said, “you're one hell of a mother.”“Ain't hard,” she said, “just gotta love 'em, no matter what foolishness they get up to.”She buzzed off into the evening. Back inside, the others pounced on me, demanding to know what had happened. I recounted the conversation,. Nenu call cut chesi aa ammay intiki start aypooya and thanu cheppinatte car vere street lo park chesi yevaru chudakunda valla intloki velli main door lock chesesa,appatike naa kosam ready aypoyi sofa lo kurchuni t.V chusthundi nenu velli pakkana kurchunna alaa naa life lo private gaa ammaytho kurchovadam first time so konchem chematalu paduthunnay adhi thanu chusi adigindi enduku tension paduthunnavv nenemi rape cheyyanu lee ninnu andhi aa maataki naa tension anthaa pooindhi ventane nenu ayyoo. A few days later, I got e-mail from my sister. She explained that the pictures I had been sending had been going to her and I might want to check the address they were supposed to be going to. She made a remark about how she didn't know I was a collector of “fine art”. She meant it as a joke, so I decided to send a remark to her, as a joke, to see if I could determine her true feelings. I wrote her back and said if she was interested in fine art, I could send her more samples. I also said I was. I instantly froze in position and my eyes locked on hers. Another knock.“Lisa? Is everything okay in there?”It was her mother.In sheer panic, I scurried off the bed, slamming my knee into her bedpost. I crouched down beside the bed, rubbing my aching knee, while Lisa scrambled toward the door.“Everything is fine, Mom,” she said through the door. “Go back to bed.”When she returned to the bed, Lisa was laughing uncontrollably. Her entire body shook as she tried to stifle her laughter.“I’m glad.