And so I didn submit the asssignments. That was the last day of our submissions.Diwali holidays were to begin from the next day(Its an Indian festival... and I was enjoying with my friends watchin football n stuff. 3 days after the holidays started, I received a call from my teacher(the same teacher whose assignments I didn submit). I said I was sick n crap to somwhow dodge her. The next thing she said scared the hell outta me. She said, "If you dont submit the assignments, I'm not gonna let you. I could remember my father having all kinds of parties. There were always lots of women around the house. He’d always have me call them “Auntie.” They were never my aunts though. Dad married and divorced so many times. He had a weakness for pretty women. He loved to entertain and would have parties all the time. Anybody who was anyone would attend his events. When I was older, I read about his interesting parties in the rag style magazines.My father was quite secretive in what he did for a. I always seem to be running into him half-naked in the morning, dashing from my bedroom into the bedroom across the hall, where my clothes are kept. Or I'll leave the bedroom door cracked only to find it has swung inward at the most inopportune moment, to reveal me braless or worse, panty-less, just as Brad trundles by down the hall. And it's always Brad that trundles by, never his sisters, as though some built-in radar guides him there. Maybe he's clairvoyant. Maybe he's, what do you call it,. She had made David go to see him and catch up. David knew why he was doing that. Sherry’s name had come up several times in the catch-up session. David had mentioned that Sherry had always thought he was cool. So Josh was in a receptive mood when Sherry “ran into him.” It took a bit to get Josh to start talking about himself, but Sherry managed to draw him out or draw him in, depending on your perspective.While talking to Josh, Sherry was still over the moon, remembering making love to David..