I stood outside my mother’s home. Thick white flakes of snow fell around me, collecting in the seams of the black messenger bag over my shoulder. Th... snow was melting in my hair, sending trickles of icewater down the back of my neck.I stepped forward. Knocked.After a minute I heard someone inside the hall, saw a shadow move behind the glass. And then the door was open, and my mother was hugging me tight.“Joshua.”I was home.Everything in the house seemed the wrong size, as if I had grown while I. Of course his suggestion drove me crazy.Once at the pub, as my gay friend went to the bar to get our drinks, I scanned the place and found what I was looking for: a tall good looking black man, sporting a huge torso, a nice smile and, apparently, I could imagine he was also gay or at least bisexual…I approached him and introduced myself. We started chatting when Claude came back with the drinks.I introduced the men without explaining Claude why I had chosen Adam, that was my new black friend’s. Lekin us ladke k koi farak hi nahi pada wo riya k piche aakar bilkul hi chipak gaya. Riya uska mota lund aasani s feel kar sakti thi ku k ab yah ladka touch karte time riya k skirt thodi thodi uper kar deta tha.Riya ko gussa aa gaya usne paas bete uncle s kaha deko uncle yah ladka mere sath batmizi kar raha h, kabhi ka mere piche aakar chipkne k kosis kar raha hain. Uncle jese hi us ladke ko dantne k liye ute toh unhone dekha yah toh jaggu hain, city k sabse bade don shera ka beta. Jaggu ko. Still, I guess it was good practice. They would disperse into the woods and then work themselves around slowly until they somehow all made a charge toward the intended target from different directions at the same time.For the life of me I couldn't discover how they signaled each other to start together. Finally I decided they were watching each other as carefully as they were watching the squirrel and when one took off they all did. Unfortunately for them, the squirrel was also watching them.