I was about to knock the door and realized the door is open, when i came closer to my mom i realized she was crying. My mother was in her nightie whic... has a deep neck and revealed her cleavage. I asked my mother the reason she was crying. She told me that whatever savings we have is almost over and she will have to look for a job. She even told me that she has been given interviews but nothing has come up good and she is not getting selected. i then told my mom i will quit my studies and look. I took the lift up to the fourth floor and found the toilets to be in the same position they used to be in but I was a little dubious as the rest of the store had been renovated and modernised. I needn't have worried as all the upgrading had been front of house though re painted there was little difference in the rest of the toilets an open cubicle told me that the dividing walls were still the old marble no doubt still with the same glory holes. I walked into the cubicle in front of me and sat. I noticed that Abhay’s hand was inside my nightie from top and just above my boobs. If he moved his hand about an inch downwards he could touch my bare boobs. I slowly got up holding Abhay’s hand, he was still acting as if he was asleep and his mom was also deep in sleep. Again quietly I got back to my place and prayed that nothing wrong should happen. Minutes passed by but I or Abhay didn’t make any move. The time was 2:30 am and I was trembling in fear and anxiety.Finally I decided to remove. Rather, I thought of myself (and still do) as bisexual, with an occasional penchant for something like gay sex. But what about Bob? Bob was, without doubt, pretty much gay. Of course, he'd been married once. He even had a son and daughter, and, according to him, he and his ex-wife were, in his words: "Good friends. Better than we were when we'd been married!" When I knew Bob (this is now close to five years ago), he was still working (even at the age of 67). Later, when he retired, that was.