.. I'm going to stay home and color my hair, you wanna help me?" Mom glanced at me."Color your hair?" I made a face. "Your hair's fine, what do you wa...t to color it for?"My mom's hair was golden blonde, down to her shoulders and very beautiful actually. It was thick, sort of a shag cut. Mine was mostly like that, the same color and length, but not as cute in my opinion."I thought I'd just put a little red in it, I don't know," she smiled. "Not much, just a little pizzazz." Pizzazz?" I giggled.. Her husband was simple. Whenever I get change, I use to glare at her without her noticing. I never dare to look in her eyes. Once in a month I talked with them to hand over the monthly rent. Her husband switched base to USA for business. He left leaving aunty behind and would take her when business gets established and everything settles down. While going he asked me to take care of her needs and help her when she would be in need. I and aunty became friendly thereafter and started talking. James’ dad was around 38 he was a well built man and had a french beard.Its some thing I really liked because I wanted to keep one too when I got older and he used to always be shirtless at home, he had a thick bush of chest hair. So we played a lot.This continued for a few days. When I used to go over james’ dad used tickle me when I lost a game and he would try to wrestle me and all.I loved his company and used to go over more often.One day when I was at his place james’ dad told me that. I will narrate one episode, which involves my neighbor girl. Check it out for you to know if it was successful or unsuccessful. Her name was Saira (Muslim girl). She was about 29 years old, still not married. My whole point here was that she was more than the age to get married hence should be horny and should be easy to fuck or have a nice affair. She stayed opposite to my house, hence most of the times when I found her outside I used to show signs to her. For a long period, she ignored me..