Was it bad?”“Not at all. I thought it would be gross.”“So you liked it?”“God it was amazing. Do we really have to talk about this. Its emb...rrassing.”He looked at me and laughed. “Ok. That’s fine. And how old are you.” He laughed again.“Old enough.” I laughed too but it was more of a nervous laugh. “You want to go out to the party?” He stood up and reached out for my hand.“Not really. I don’t think I can drink anything else.”“Ok, well miss old enough, what did you have in mind?”I smiled at him. The problem is that thatis the easy part and you don't seem to recognize it." Easy? What the hell are you talking about? It takes hours to puttogether a newscast as tight as the ones I do." I was pissed to the verycore. "The reporters in the field spend half their time traveling to andfrom a story and while they're on the scene, they ask questions fed tothem by someone else." That's not true!"I pressed forward, "And all you have to do is point the damned camerawherever they tell you to. It's up. My mother have cooked food for my lunch and kept it in kitchen. We were to have dinner together. I returned from school at around 12.00 noon and had my lunch. I was watching movie on VCR (VCD/DVD were not there at that time) after sometime I got boar of that movie and started to search for another movie cassette.Suddenly I found a cassette in my mummy’s wardrobe without label and I wanted to know which movie is that. I put that cassette in VCR and I found that it was a blue film. I have seen it. Tommy was not down, so I got what we needed for our pizza; plates, tissues, condiments and beer. I flicked through the internet and found a film for us to watch and finished by sorting out our pillow couch. The doorbell rang, just as Tommy came down.“Got it,” he shouted.It was my turn to ogle him from the floor. He had his usual eveningwear on, a pair of shorts. As he bent over the table to put the pizza down, I could see the muscles rippling under his skin. I struggled to work out how he had.