I walked up to the small, well kept, house and wrang the doorbell. After a few minutes, an old man answered the door in a bathrobe.I explained who I ...as and why I was there. I don't know if he believed me, but he invited me inside. I entered the house and showed my cookie samples to him. He seemed a little wary of the situation, but I kept it sweet and innocent. He agreed to order a few boxes. I thanked him and explained that if he just doubled his order, I would go ahead of my fiercest. Jab woh bahut der tak nahi aaya toh maine socha main andar jaa kar dekhta hu. Main andar gaya toh main dekh kar hairan reh gaya. Mom apne room mein kapde change kar rahi thi. Unka door galti se khula tha thodi. Toh Samar unhe chhup ke kapde badalte dekh raha tha.Maine dekha uska khada ho raha tha kyunki mom apni bra aur panty mein thi. Isse pehle mom aur kapde utarti maine khaansne ki awaaz ki jisse woh ghabra ke waapas aa gaya. Main samajh gaya tha ki usne mom ko jabse dekha hai undergarments. As we cooled down, she asked me about the G-gasm. I hesitated. ‘I promise I won’t be jealous,’ she said. ‘It was a lady named…’ I hesitated again and considered making up a believable ‘normal’ name. Fyre was a working girl at a long-closed legal Nevada brothel. ‘So what’d you do? Fuck a porn star?’ she teased. ‘No. Actually, she was a courtesan,’ I said. Jeri looked confused at the term. I preferred it to ‘prostitute’. ‘Courtesan’ invoked an air of class and nobility. ‘Prostitute’ sounded. We talked for hours, going back to my place after the restaurant had closed for the night. The sun came up and we continued to talk as we walked down to the corner shop for danish and coffee. We fell asleep on the couch, holding on to each other around ten.The phone ringing woke us up, I sat there as the machine picked up and went through its announcement."David? David please pick up," Mom's quavering voice sounded from the speaker. "Please tell me this is a joke."I dashed to the phone,.