Several of the faces I could see were familiar to me. Their duplicateswere in my own version of this course. However, there were a fewstriking differe...ces.For example, I was pretty sure the guy in the sixth row was supposed tohave blonde hair, not red. I didn't know his name, but I recognized thetribal tattoos running up his forearms and the huge gages sitting inhis earlobes. Then there was the girl popping her gum while twirlingstrands of jet black hair around one finger. She was sitting in. He said I had a firm grasp on this wasjust another step but was happy for me as he knew what this all meant tome.I was so excited about my new breasts I went out to see Mom thatweekend. I am not sure how many grown daughters would so eagerly lifttheir top to show their mother their breasts and bra but I did. To sayMom was happy is a huge understatement but there was no way she could beas happy as I was over these most recent developments. She did agree theChantelle bras were a bit pricey but. “I’m not going to be able to pull off a fake wedding in front of hundreds of freakin’ guests and relatives.” Savita groaned at Annie, stripping herself as she drove.Dressed for their wedding ceremony, Karan-Savita and Annie-Vedant stood hand-in-hand at their parents’ mansion’s front door. Karan had arranged for a friend, Koge, to act as the priest by offering him the job. Koge did the rites for the marriage. Karan and Vedant’s parents were happy despite it being a small wedding.Savita somehow. Hammer, frizzen upper jaw and screw all had to be fit, drilled and leather and crucible color case-hardened. Long hours I spent, tears dripping off my nose onto the work, hammering hot metal and filing cold.My laundry piled up ... I bought new. and added it to the growing pile.I ran out of coal ... I burned wood.I was snowed in ... my neighbor John brought his plow and plowed my drive.I didn’t change the oil in the Jeep. When it refused to start I drove the Mazda. I got it stuck and started.