She was a younger version of her mother, radiant and beautiful. I was her thrall and she was my benevolent ruler.She’d look up from her book, see me...staring and Haley would smile, ducking her head, her thick black hair becoming a curtain covering her blush.Helmet in hand, sweat pouring from my body, I jogged off the field and headed towards the gym. Mr. Groust saw me and nodded to the side, letting me know he wanted to talk to me. For an English teacher, he was oddly non-verbal. He was also the. "You really need to stop doing that, you know it scares me," she barked back. "It scares you that I have caller ID, you should really try it sometime," I replied. "Now don't be smart, Sugar Pea. When do you think you will be here?" she questioned. "I'll call you back when I know." I hung up. I made the rest of the drive blaring my favorite songs. I pulled around the bend and saw the oh-so-familiar well and the big old sign with my family's name on it. I pulled up and saw my mom sitting on the. The match was over and I returned home. The next day was Sunday. We played cricket in the morning and after having lunch again went to Seema aunty’s house for watching IPL.It was a big match day MI vs CSK. So the aunty was also watching the match. After some time the kid slept on the sofa. So it was just Seema aunty and myself. Soon there was innings break. So I and aunty started chit-chatting about my life. Soon it turned towards my college life.Aunty asked me about my girlfriend and I told. “well… you know how it is… he works nights a lot so sometimes….” “Oh trust me, I understand!” The box is filled with beautiful satin nighties and top as well as a few fun little toys. “no way!” I yell pulling out a pink floral night gown, “what are the odds! I have this exact one!” “Really??” She says. Running next door quickly, I grab the gown from my closet and bring it over to prove my point. “See, identical!” “Hmmm you know what would be really funny??” “What’s that?” she says. “we should.