The shrill ring of the phone made me jump again. I grabbed it and on a shaky breath, whispered Hello. ‘Star, she’s okay!’ ‘What? How?’ ‘Pr...fessor Jones, their car had a flat, they missed the plane! They just showed up here at the College! They didn’t even make it to Logan! They didn’t even know!’ Again the tears cascaded. Now, if only my Aunt was okay. I skipped class Tuesday evening, waiting, wondering. Every time the phone rang I snatched it up, fearing, yet needing to know. The TV stayed on. Usse pata nahi tha ki aaj usko kya surprise milne vaala tha .Unke jaane ke baad mein aur raju bhi dhruv ke office pohoch gaye. Dhruv ek smart 32 saal ka banda tha, par humse bada hone ke baavjood humaari usse kaafi ban rahi thi. Hum logon ne ek farmhouse final kar ke sunday ko apni orgy karne ka plan kiya. Humne ghar pohonch kar ye baat mummy ko bataayi toh vo kaafi khush huyi.Mummy- vaise abhi adi ka phone aaya tha, hema bade acche se usse padha rahi hai, aur aaj raat uski maa kaam ke silsile. Let’s go back to the limited opportunities thing again. College wasn’t a realistic option because number 1, I couldn’t afford it, and number 2, by the time I graduated high school I was so disenfranchised with the whole idea that I just said fuck it. I was always a firm believer in the old saying “if you’re gonna do something, do it right, or don’t do it at all”. I was intelligent, disgruntled, and angry at the world. My mother had me late in life and she was getting up there in age by this. She was always so shy about revealing her figure, and particularly wearing anything tight on her chest. She had let him know that she wasn’t wearing a bra as she was getting into their van, after dinner, in a crowded parking lot. For once, he had acted the gentleman and opened the door for her. She had sat, with her feet on the door well, and making a pained face and twisting in some sort of discomfort said, ‘There’s something in my shirt.’ With the door still open, she raised her blouse,.