I ran out of the school to the team bus. As I took some time to calm down and stop blushing, the basketball team came out with their gearbags and got ...n the bus, all smirking at their little joke. The team captain slid behind the wheel and got the bus on the road.During the trip, I answered their questions about why the regular coach wasn't there and talked with most of them. Mostly I told them I was new at this and hoped for their cooperation. They informed me that it really didn't matter,. Because chintamani was not so developed in those days.The luggages were more for her dad alone to carry since they have to walk bit long distance from bus stop to their house.So she suggested her parents to take me along with them as it will be helpful to which her parents agreed and the asked me to go with them as they need my help to which even I agreed.And we left their house at 6 in the morning I was also carrying 2 bags of luggage her father mom herself her younger sister all had some. Have te vadhu gado bolva lagi “bhadvaaaaaaaaaahhhh ,lodaaaaaaaaahhh ,pikiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnaaaaaaahhhhhhh” have taro LODO nakh… ander nakh mara thi nathi rehvaatu aaaaahhhhhh jaldi kar,me kidhu “ubhi tha chodini haal tane chodi chodi ne piki no bhosdo banavu”………. ane te sidhi thai gaiAne te palang uper pag poda kari ne sidhi sui gai.me maro LODO teni piki na mo agad rakhi ne hu ragadva lagyo ane te potani gaand uchadi uchadi ne tadapti tadapti bolva lagi “are yaar have heran n kar jaldi LODO. Martha Jane had turned toward me on the sofabed and was lying on her side, staring at me quizzically.I took a deep breath and started my act in full force. I opened with my Deep South Truck Driver's gruff, heavy drawl, the pencil dangling sloppily from my lips like a cigarette."Hey, bay-beh! Wonna beer?"She smirked. On her side, she leaned on an elbow and propped her head in her hand. "Oh my, what is this strange child up to?"Then I made the pencil a cigar, touting and flipping it onehanded. I.