I told her that I work for MNC IT and told her that I am staying alone. On that particular day, I used a strong deodorant which actually makes many wo...en feel about the pungent smell. I could figure out that she was taking deep breath of my Deo smell. She likes it. Then I started talking casually about her and her family. Few days went on like that. The other day, somebody knocked my door in the evening 7 pm and when I opened, pushpa was standing in front of the door. She told me that her gas. That is how my Uncle Deacon would have done it. Deacon could sing that song of his and everyone believed him instantly. If I tried it, I would have gone to jail at the very least. I had been hanging around the medium size town just east of the Mississippi river for two days waiting for a chance. It came on Sunday after the evening services. I hadn’t bothered to go inside, I had seen a thousand screaming Baptist ministers in my lifetime. I had avoided at least as many, I figured I could miss one. ‘I regret nothing we did in Northfair.’ She paused for a moment. ‘But I do regret being so mean to you after the dance. Please forget the things I said.’ ‘No,’ said Thomas, ‘I deserved all of that.’ He gave her a pout. ‘Don’t you regret hitting me with that bucket though?’ ‘That was warranted!’ cried Abby. Before she knew it, she grabbed her pillow and used it to hit him on the head. ‘Ow! Pillow fight!’ cried Thomas. ‘Mercy, milady!’ ‘What need have you for mercy when your skull is made of. Not so unlike her mother, I thought with a secret laugh - at least since my mid-thirties.Then Sheryl looked me right in the eye and told me that she enjoyed sex with girls better than with guys.Everything seemed to slow - and my eyes seemed to unfocused from everything around me.Then the feeling of Sheryl's warm slow-moving hands on my body was not so comfortable and I stilled the urge to yank my feet off her lap. I felt morally responsible for this disaster and hung my head in shame. How could.