So I was let go and found my way back to themore brightly lit area. After another torturous quarter hour, walkinggingerly on those heels, still not a...le to keep my rear from swinging, Isaw what had to be my destination, a place called THE COQUETTISH FETISH. Who named these businesses? It must be somebody with a perverse sense ofwordplay, who probably thought he was being clever.I passed a bookstore where there was a signing in progress for some crimenovel. I thought of ducking in there long. ” This was pretty much me. The only thing I’m happy about my higher secondary life was when my boyfriend fucked me in his car after a special class.One fine Friday I reached home at around 8 pm after the special class, as usual I changed into pyjamas and was in my room when I heard the door knock. I thought no one was home except my mom Radhika, so it must be mom. “Come in mom”, mom came in with her hands held to her back. Being very close to my mom I asked her “what’s it buddy”. Mom brought. When she works in the garden she wears old light cotton shirts, tied off at the waist and unbuttoned well down past her breasts. It’s always made for a worthwhile happen-chance over-the-fence chat when I noticed her like that. In spite of that I’ve never had much of an attraction to her because of the ongoing relationships I’ve had with other women. As for myself ... endlessly single it seems. There’s never been anyone that’s charged into my life, swept me off my feet and made me want to give. I was one hundred percent behind this plan. It had clear start and end points. It was concise. There were milestones, few subtasks, the resources were available, and the kids were at my mother-in-law’s until we were to go pick them up tomorrow. Yes, Amanda had a plan. (What was that palindrome about the Panama Canal? Oh, yeah, ‘A man, a plan, a canal, Panama!’) It was a good plan, too. However, the unfortunate reality was that this was a frequent refrain with Amanda upon arriving home from a.