" "Someone in particular, or is this just a man in your head?" She would have loved to admit right there how madly in love she was with him. How she...held her breath every time he spoke, how she couldn't stop staring at him, how her pussy was currently soaked wet just from imagining doing anything with him. But she couldn't tell him that now, and risk scaring him away. Not after they had come so far in just one evening. They approached the park's pool, which was closed until Memorial Day. I tooka seat next to an end-table with some magazines spread out on it while mygrandmother talked to the receptionist. I was glad I had brought a book.The magazine pile consisted of ARP, Time, Newsweek, and some home andgarden publications.My grandmother returned and told me that we would probably be waiting acouple hours. The woman sitting across from us smiled and asked mygrandmother if I was her grandson. They made small-talk for a few minuteswhile I buried my nose in my book. My grandmother. “ And I hate to have to say this Miles, “ he started as if I couldn’t figure what was coming next, “ no fag shit in my home”.I knew it was gonna come up eventually. I was what I was. If didn’t take rocket science to figure it out. Between my tongue ring that was always shown in pictures to my voice that often got me called “ma’am” on the phone, it was clear I was a fag. The term didn’t bother men anymore.“ I’ll be sure to keep my fag shit to a minimum, “ I replied sarcastically. It was obvious. Mala was pleased and before turning away she kissed him on his cheek and promised she would be back early in the evening.Ravi leisurely finished his Breakfast and after having watched TV for sometime was trying to take a nap. The moment he shut his eyes the figure of his mother came into his vision. He could not think anything else than his mother. He pictured her as she was sitting by his side on the last drive and said those words 'By touching them you have found out so much, I wonder what.