"Hello, mother," I automatically said as I answered my phone. "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. Obviously, the ring's work on my brain was paying off. I did toy with the idea of skipping high school in favor of home schooling because classes were awfully boring there at the last of the school year. However, I did reconsider when I realized that I needed the high school experience to determine if I was really cut out to be a politician.There was not much in the way of political spots for Freshmen, but I did decide to run for Class President. That was really only a ceremonial job that would. But if it planted the seeds of doubt in their minds, it would accomplish my objective: a pain-free divorce with a reasonable settlement.I called Carmen and left a message, asking her to call me on my cell. I would inform her of my one-way conversation with Sylvia and my bluff. That should cover things until I was back in town. I wondered as I drove back to my apartment if I had hurt Tommy's chances of any reconciliation with his mother. I also wondered if I would be able to explain it to him. I. .Mene kaha zarur karuga na aunty..Ye sunte se wo hasne lag gaye..Mujse raha nai gaya aur unka haat pakad kar apne pass kheech lia..Wo b aa gaye..Dheere se unke gaal k pass gaya aur kiss kia unhone b mere gaal pe kiss kia.Fir mene apne lips unke lips pe laye..Wo mujse chipak gaye aur mujhe kiss karne lagi.Kya maza aara tha..Kareeb 10 minutes tak ek dusre ke tounge k saath khel rahe the..Me unke blouse k upar se unke balls dabane laga..Wo maze se moan karne lagi me jaan bhuj k unhe beech beech me.