" It all came flooding back to me. " Julie Thompson" I blurted out. "So that was you who set me up with her." She laughed. "You didn't know then." "No...I didn't." (Well thats another story to tell.) The waiter bought over the bottle of wine and poured two glasses. As he left Mum said she wanted to powder her nose and made for the ladies. When she got back she took off her jacket. My eyes were popping out of my head. Her blouse was unbuttoned low showing me a lot of cleavage not only that she. She reciprocated and really put herself into it. I have never been much on french kissing but when I felt her tongue press against my lips I was more than ready. My hands fell to the bottom of her waist and pulled her even closer. When we finally parted I was out of breath and my eyes were wide open. She took one look at me and started laughing. She said that was for all the help I had given her over the last several months. I told her that was payment in full and stood there blushing heavily.. I slept late too. I woke up normally by 8 pm and then exercised and had a jog in the apartment compound and then had a bath, breakfast and started work. I never saw my father as a result in the mornings.My mother was at home always. She kept breakfast ready for me at 10 am and had breakfast with me. She was 5 ft 2 inches in height, slim build, very fair and with long black hair. She was always dressed in a starched cotton saree at home. She did not speak much but took great care of me.Even. ”“I told you, my head is fine.”We joked with each other on the drive to her house, which was a small bungalow in one of those trendy neighborhoods that used to be working class, until some developer found that he could buy houses cheap, put a few dollars of renovations into them, and sell them for double the price.We went inside and Julia let Mitzi out in the backyard.“The shower is down the hall, on the right. I bet you’ll feel better if you take a quick one and get the sand out of your hair,.