“What do you mean - just getting started?” Willy asked again.“Don’t worry,” Coach said. “Monday you’ll be in a real practice. No running...up and down stairs anymore.”“What do you mean - just getting started?”Coach was headed for the door. His back was to Willy but his voice was teasing. “You’ll be working with the other guys out on the field.”“What do you mean - just getting started!” Willy was still naked and almost running across the locker room to catch up with Coach.Coach beat him to the. " Don't teach her any more words," I added to Hailey as an afterthought."If I got an intercom, would you use it?" Mom asked, setting a pot on the dining room table."Nope, yelling is more fun. Efficient too," I said, handing the phone to my sister.Mom shook her head and retreated to the kitchen."I take it your cousin did well on her history final?" Dad asked from behind his paper."Yep," I said with a smile he couldn't see. "Ninety-four. We figured she needed at least a high sixty to a low. My FIL and Tarak arrived but Madhu did not come due to some urgent work at her office. They arrived late night on Friday. The night went uneventful and I Manu did not allow me to fuck her saying she was too tired from work. Next day I declared that we are going to start the celebration early and brought out a bottle of whisky. My wife as usual was wearing a tight black salwar suit, however today she had taken a thin dupatta. She was looking stunning. My FIL and Tarak were stealing hungry. Bob enjoyed it too. Sometimes even inventing a few more exotic events to share with Janette. Janette seemed to enjoy even his wildest cases. He enjoyed her openness. He frequently wondered if Janette were as open in bed.Near by in the same neighborhood that morning, Vickie Baden fixed the coffee and looked out the large window into their manicured back yard as she thought, 'That damned Tom Parson is still in the middle ages'. His conversation from the night before still irritated her. God, that.