I ate when I was hungry, and wandered aimlessly around inside the house. I drove the Jeep to the lake and sat at the shore, staring. I took the trail ...o the summit again and sat there, trying to make some sense of what I knew.I was a little scared of the word love. I hadn't used it with anyone since Karen. To me, loving meant opening, and opening meant hurt. I had started loving Karen in ninth grade. I was naive enough then to believe that my love shielded me from harm, and then the harm came.. I drop my robe on the floor and lay down beside her.With the tip of my right index finger, I collect the drop. I place it on her crack and start to work it in. I say, "Close."She closes her legs. I don't want this honey drip to evaporate too quickly. With this lubricant between her lips I explore every nook and crevice of her womanhood. It amazes me still how easily these lips part. They couldn't offer any resistance even if she wanted to. My fingers follow the slit from tip to her bottom. I. "A few weeks with the cast and then we can put on a support bandage instead." We did not have a bath tub, only a shower, in our apartment. So I guess, my mom had to shower with her right arm outside the shower curtain for the first day or so. It must have been difficult for her, so she decided to have a little discussion with me about her showering problems. "Clark," she said, I can't really do a good job washing myself in the shower. Would you mind helping me out? If you just take care. I will be at home in another 30 minutes time.”I told her to get some sweets mean time. On way I bought some flowers for MIL and for Kavitha. I reached home and gave her only one bunch of flowers.I told her “Aunty, keep these flowers in the fridge so that it will be fresh when Kavitha comes back from work.”MIL: This is not fair don’t you know that you have to treat every one equally in the house. I know that I was ignored once again because I am an old lady. Anyway I don’t like to keep flowers.I.