Early morning at 7, I got a knock at my door, and when I open the door was surprised to see a 7-year-old kid, telling me “Good morning mamaji, mummy...and papa are calling you in the room” it was Shalini’s son Harsh. I was happy to see him all grown up, and asked him the room number and told him I will be there in 10 minutes.I reached their room, and rang the bell, Shalini’s husband Amit (whom I address as jiju) opened the door and I greeted him good morning, and jiju invited me into the room,. I really doubted they were going to jump me or anything, but I still increased my pace. Near the end of the main path I finished my drink and tossed the empty cup into the trash. I turned onto the path that led to my dorm. Occasionally I would turn around and see if Jamie and Laura were still following me. They still were but they were a ways back. I shifted my back pack to my other shoulder and continued along my way."Brenda, stop!" Called Laura from behind me.Immediately I did. I didn't know. “Well I can see that” she said “But what is so exciting about a period”. “Damned if I know” said Johnnie “But this morning my sister said she missed one. Then Daddy had a heart attack, mummy fainted and the man next door shot himself”.A grandma is shopping with her grandson. The grandson picks up a toy and the grandma shouts: “Degree, put the toy back!” A woman who is shopping nearby hears this and asks if that is his name. The grandma replies “Yes. I sent his mother to the university ... and. Or maybe you’re still wondering. * Let’s table the musings for a moment and let me offer a glimpse into our intimate life. Making love to Amanda is something that happens well beyond the bedroom. A locking gaze lets each other know we still find one another irresistible. A slight wink is a subtle punctuation to those feelings of mutual desire. I think about Amanda in a sexual context often, playing out scenarios and fantasies, constructing erotic storylines in which she is the protagonist. I.