I reached her home at around 8 am and it was the brother who opened the door. He was leaving for his work so we spoke for a few seconds and then vanis...ed. Amrutha’s mother was also leaving for a wedding function and wouldn’t come back till evening. It was like the universe telling me to fuck her till we both become tired! After a while, we both sat on the sofa and started talking about each other’s lives. I kept staring at her breasts all along. She asked me,Amrutha: eno alle nodthidya? (hey,. The only good part of being late is that the trains are a little less crowded. There’s nothing like getting packed in like a sardine next to some jerk who never heard of deodorant and ate from a garlic patch for breakfast, just before smoking a full pack of cigarettes. That’s a great way to start the day! Not today, though. Ed even got a seat and took a little nap, waking just as the train arrived at the Pennsylvania Station stop. The day went by pretty quickly for Ed. He was. I've wanted to do that for so long. I don't expect her to volunteer the truth, but, maybe, I can talk to her enough so that I can start to understand the kind of person she is. Yesterday, she didn't say anything. Her mother did all the talking. She tried to keep us from seeing my mother." SHE'S NOT YOUR MOTHER, KENNY, I AM!" I turned to see Mama standing by the door, a look on her face hard for me to describe. She seemed horrified that I'd referred to that other woman as my mother. I stood up. I asked her, “kya hua, aapne geelay kapde kyu pehane hai? Jayiye aur kapade change kijeye, warna phir bukhar hogo.”She said, “Nahi, theek hai”I force her to change it. She went into her room and I was waiting for her to have some chat. She was taking a long time to return then I went outside her room and knocked the door, “Bhabhi , so rahe ho kya?”She replied, “Suraj, change kar rahe hu.”I teased her, “kahi baahar ja rahe ho kya, itna der toh make up me bhi nahi lagta hai.”She said, “kuch.