Here is the storyI used to stay in the Indian community in Michigan Area, In America houses or apartments made by the wood, so everything you do insid... the house can be hearable for your neighbors and in America it is easy to get a white girl, as she was my classmate (Jessica) at my university. So we used lot of sex at my apartment, she is very hot in the bed and by default white girls make lot of noises in bed. My house was in the first floor, and Indian married couple used to stay on the. Lenny could still faintly hear her conversation. "Lenny is here right now. We had our Sunday breakfast." Lenny smiled as he took a sip of his coffee and kept listening. "You mean this afternoon? I never really thought about it but that would be fine. What time will you pick me up?"That got Lenny's attention when he heard something about someone picking up Jeannie. "That'll be fine. I'll see you around five." Jeannie walked back into the kitchen and put the phone back on the counter. She walked. We all knew Mr. Evans; his back yard ran along the scrubby bit of land that we called our baseball field. He had thrown back many of our foul balls. Indeed, he was a nice guy and had even bought us new baseballs a few times and taken some of us to the mall for ice cream. Yes, Mr. Evans seemed like a very nice man and on a hot summer day I had no idea how my life was about to change.I was riding my bike past his house when he yelled out to me and asked if I could help him move a heavy case in. ‘He keeps us secret because he’s a big massive whore bag.’Tom and I didn’t sleep much that night. He stayed awake with me while I tried to piece events together, think of other times he may have been with Heather in front of me. I couldn’t help it, my mind went into overdrive. And what about behind my back?We were not together all the time he had plenty of opportunities. Is that where he used to disappear off to? I had my turn with him then he’d give himself to Heather.At some point Tom dropped.