”That night we were planning on going out for dinner and I could tell she was nervous. She was changing here and wouldn’t show me her dress until ...t was time to go. We were taking my truck, which was normal for us. She knew about my anxiety about car accidents and she was perfectly comfortable with the truck. Since I bought the truck after the accident, I’d gotten it with entry assist steps on both sides, so I wasn’t as concerned about her modesty in a dress as I might have been otherwise.I was. She used to board ladies compartment in metro so never got any opportunity to interact with her. Let me describe her, she must be around 28 yrs old with perfect figure & well structured body not fair in color but awesome charm on her face, decently dressed in western cloth and sometimes in saree as well. Almost one year passed normally and I never got any chance to interact with her and only smile exchange was limit of our interaction.This story starts on day when I was driving from my society. When I came home from shooting hoops with some of the guys at a neighbourhood park, I found Mom in the family room with a glass of wine in her hand and an open bottle at her elbow.This was extremely out of character for her. My mother was not a drinker. I don’t think she had ever been one but certainly wasn’t now seeing the effects of alcohol on our family. Yet the wine bottle was probably two thirds empty.Mom was somewhat giggly and playful as I sat beside her on the couch. She had some chick. Being home alone, it got lonely sometimes until her husband came home. She was busy putting away the groceries when the doorbell rang."Who can that be?" Cindy muttered to herself. She opened the door and a muscular, young black man stood smiling at her. She could see his service van parked in the driveway from a local heating company. She had forgotten that she had scheduled to have their furnace serviced this afternoon."Please come in," said Cindy. She held the door for the powerful-looking.