I stood up walking into the kitchen for a glass of water before I went to bed. I got my glass and my dad poured the water into our glasses. He was mak...ng jokes about the situation he walked in on. I followed him upstairs, talking about the baseball game, as I got into my room, I started to think about what happen. I didn’t know what to do, or who to talk to about what happen to me. As I drifted off to sleep, I could hear my parents going at it. Next day, the alarm clock went off. His father calls it chasing the bean. That sounds silly, even to Zach who has begun doing just that. But the name stuck and they have been using it ever since.So there he is, sitting at the table with sleep still resting at the edges of his eyes when Margo asks again, “Do you want some coffee?”He looks up and mumbles his answer yes. Before his eyes can drop back down he has to do a double take. His hands go to his eyes, rubbing the sleep away from them and blinking several times just to make. It’s not going to go the way you’re used to.” I hadn’t realized until she stood up, but she was very tall, more than six feet, and she was wearing heels on top of that. I could also now see that she had very nice hips and legs, even through the professional slacks she was wearing over them. She made her way over to the couch opposite me. “You see, I already know you’re qualified for this job. “Let’s just go over some of your qualifications. You’re desperate, single, low on cash, no family that. They smelled lovely. She used to fart at night and after farting I used to smell her ass. Her name is Manika. I just love you mom.So this story happened when my mom and I went to my maternal uncles home in Konnagar. It’s a small town not far from Kolkata. I was 16 years old at that time. At night we were roaming near the ganga banks when suddenly someone commented at my moms figure. One shouted “Look at that ass, it must be yummy to eat”. I was enjoying this kind of lewd comments. Then he came.