A 28 year old woman..her blonde hair tied atop her head and dressed in a long sleeved baggy dress which flowed all the way down to her ankles...got up...from behind her desk and approached the boy...whose face and clothes were covered in dirt. "Billy Ingram...Why are you so late for school?...Where have you been?" asked Rebecca..her blue eyes staring at the young boy with a mixture of anger and concern."Sorry Ma'am...but it's my brother Jimmy...He dared me to go into Ol' Man Murdock's Mine...I. Ager koi delhi ki ladki ya aunty ya bhabhi mujh se friendship kerna chahti hai to wo mujhe mail ker sakti hai meri e-mail id hai. Aap ka time west na kerte huye me seedhi stories per ata hoon.Me delhi me rent ke room per rahta hoon mere padose me ek bahut hi hot bhabhi rahti hai jinka name shabana hai. Me shabana ke bare me bata du ke shabana ek house wife hai jike do bachche hai. Unka husband ka business tha jis ki wajha se wo zada ter baher hi rahte the. Shabana bhabhi dikhane me to sawali. If you want to go the extra mile, follow it up with an alcohol rub.”“What?” Karla’s eyebrows rose.“Not booze,” I said. “Rubbing alcohol.”“That would stink even worse,” said Karla, wrinkling her nose.“It doesn’t smell like anything,” I said. “It just kills bacteria and then evaporates.”“Did you bring rubbing alcohol?” asked Karla. Her voice made it clear she thought I had not.“Of course,” I said. “It’s part of the first aid kit.”“You never talked about this before,” said Karla, still. You can even get something for grandma and grandpa.”“What to get?” Genevieve looked lost.“Well, sweetie, sometime people get a card or a special present that shows that you love them.”“A pony?” Erin Lynn brightened up.“Oh pumpkin, no. Ponies and animals are not usually good presents.”“Oh.” She looked so sad.“So, why don’t you girls all go and get dressed and meet me and grandma in the garage.”The girls scattered, their little bare butts wiggling as they ran. I looked at grandma and wiggled my.