Andrea knew that young man who just pulled away had saved her daughter’s life. Andrea looked at her daughter, her happy visage, her wonderful blissf...l innocent smile, to think the boy putting the color in her daughter’s cheeks tonight was that self same boy who’d done the very same thing two decades before. Andrea looked at Maureen and smiled, ‘Shall we go in?’ Maureen smiled back at her mom, ‘OK.’ As they crossed the threshold into the kitchen Maureen thought of her mother. She loved her. Raja family roomukku pogalamdana. Sarinu family roomukku pooi waiter kitta order kodutha pinnadi, sari ippavathu sollu ethuda methu methunu irunthuchunu marupadiyum kekka, onnum illai sudha summa etho ninapula sollittendi. Pls vidudi. Eppadi vida mudiyum nee sonnathan naan viduvenda. Ayyo unnoda periya rothanaya poochudi. Nee solluvaya mattaya? Ethuvaraikkum ethayavathu naan marachu irukkene, ellathayum openathane panren. Appuram enda maraikare. Enna visayam solluda. Dee sonna nee ennai thappa. With both hands I worked on getting my belt off and I used my feet to kick off my shoes. Then I grabbed the waistband of my pants and stopped.Chloe’s eyes were riveted on my crotch. She was as thrilled by the idea of seeing me nude as I was seeing her.I unsnapped my pants, gripped the zipper, and pulled it down and down and down. It was a very, very long zipper. The damned thing went down between my thighs, almost to my butt.Once my pants were opened, I peeled back the material. Chloe watched. Not obscenely rich, but I can be self-indulgent. It's an attitude as well as a fact. Maybe it's the attitude that's poisonous, but the attitude is the part I'm least ashamed of. Did I say 'creative writing'? Well, maybe that's getting ahead of myself. Maybe it's just an English major. I'm second year. I love literature but I don't get the whole 'English' thing anyway. I have no intention of ever reading Beowulf again, least of all from a scholarly perspective. They don't like to mention the.