“Stay home, okay, son. Be a good boy, and take care of Manisha. Kamlesh had just called telling me she is heartbroken. Your brother is more worried ...bout his wife than his own safety. Try to console her, okay. Tell her it is nothing to worry about,” my mom continued.“Is Kamlesh okay, mom?” I asked.“He is. Don’t worry about him. He is big enough to take care of himself. He is already trying to get in touch with one of his friends there.” My mom, too, was very bothered about this but tried her. In fact, I was so captivated by the eyes in the picture that I almost forgot that the real eyes – and their owner – were right here in our kitchen with me! I had not even noticed when she had stepped behind me so that she could look at the picture over my shoulder, and so I jumped, slightly startled when I felt her hands touch my neck and shoulders. “Well?” All I could get out was a strangled “Wow!” She laughed. “Is that a good ‘wow’, or a bad ‘wow’?” I glanced up at her, and then looked again. But she is pretty and active girl. We were doing lots of activities together hence we used to roam around the college together. I don’t know when I got attracted to her. But I loved to her smell. It was arousing me always. I always had hard on when I get to smell her. So I always making ways to stay near to her and smell her. She never objected me that so I used to hug her from back hold her hands, to touch her cheeks etc.One day we are there in college for the some works and it was a holiday.. .. intriguing.“Janie is at Band Camp ... or is it Cheerleader Camp this week? She’s not here,” Mrs. Ferguson said.The jeep is less pretentious than the Mazda. I took the Wagon.The Ferguson’s lived at 4th and Bridge in Dayton, sorta behind Crochan’s Hall, the Mercantile. Before it was the Mercantile, Crochan’s was a bar ... and a house of ill repute. Now it’s what passes for a general store. The little old lady who runs it also sells spinning wheels ... and she spins. I wouldn’t mind.