It’s just us, the girls, and Allen.’ ‘So?’ Ben asked. ‘Allen’s not normally on any guest list, but he was there and all.’ ‘Yeah, but h... called and asked me what he should wear…’ ‘That is weird. Why the fuck would anyone ask you about fashion?’ ‘And,’ Todd continued, ‘he asked permission to ask Liz out.’ ‘You’re shitting me? What the hell did you say?’ ‘What could I say other than OK? Allen’s a good guy and he rescued her the other night for fuck’s sake.’ ‘Huh. ‘ Ben looked thoughtful. ‘Well,. She left her overnight suitcase and meandered over.To the sound of Hunter moving around, water turning on and off, cabinets opening and closing as if he was checking everything, she studied the pictures.The photos were landscapes; vast open spaces with dusty-brown buttes in the distance, scrub brush covered land, huge clear sky above. One showed a small family home, rough and worn, with an older man and woman standing proudly in front. It was obviously Hunter’s father and mother. She was. Actually it’s not exactly a sex story since I have done everything except the intercourse. My dad was transferred to a town, and was living in an apartment and the maid use to work there and her husband works as watchman and also does some odd jobs. I was at my hostel when my parents got transferred so it was the first time I was going to my parents after the transfer. I saw the maid when she came to give some flowers to my mom for some puja purpose. She was in her early 30s, her boob were 32. He said he and Mingo had nearly caught enough for the day’s supper. He said Timothy cleaned and prepped them as fast as they were being caught. Jim called over and said he wanted to get under way in an hour.“Aye, my Captain.”Ricky said that he and the two mates were going to be passengers as Jim and Chuck were going to take the boat out for a fast run. Then, he looked at me.“Nelida said she was your mother. Seriously?”“Yes,” I replied. “Why?”“I don’t know what to say. I guess an old sod like me.