She asked me about the interview.Mom: “innaiku interview enna da achi? Yen phone panala enaku??” (what about today’s interview? Why didn’t you...called me?)Me: [keeping my face sad] “ennatha call panni solla mudiyum?? Idhuvum putukuchi nu than sollanum!!” (what can I tell you in the phone? Should say, this time also I have failed)Mom: [also become sad] “sari vidu daa.. Idhuku yen feel panra?? Marubadiyum try panalam.. Na poi kulichitu vandhu dinner prepare panran..” (ok leave it. We cabn try. That means that those of you who hate cream pie stories still have eighty or so to look forward to. Ditto for those who call me a racist; you will get another seventy or so interracial stories.Those who hate wimps will only see about fifty more of those because the stories I sent to the I Watch category were split 50/50 between what some call wimps and some call "real men." Why the 50/50 split? It came from listening to the readers. I would get feedback asking me why all the men in my stories. You heard what her mom said about too many guys in their trailer. I bet in Clarita’s mind, one additional female in a house of guys would be one female too many even if Claire’s related to those guys. I guess we’ll have to see, sometime. Right now, we need to focus on what we’re going to do and how we approach it,” I said, bringing the conversation back to the here and now.So for the next few miles we talked about a plan. I told her that I liked her idea that we’d discovered the world of. .I don't know, like she was doing it for someone else?I guess more than just wanting to get off, I wanted to feel like I was getting a piece of what I was missing in my (lack of a) social life. And that's what lead me to camgirl sites. There, I could look at girls my age and talk to them without them having to see me, which eased a lot of my nervousness. It got to be addictive. It wasn't just what you could see...but how hard she was trying, how she focused just on me, even if only for a.