Or may not... have nightly fantasies about your body with... nakedness." Huh." What?" That's weird." What?! How can you say that? It's very demeaning,...and insulting, and... put-downing." No, I mean it's weird that I'm not weirded out by that or anything." Oh. You're not?" Nah. Huh. Never really knew about that before. Guess it explains why I've never really taken an interest in any guys. Sure I'll roll around in the sack with 'em, but never really liked any of 'em. Never really thought about. Do note it contains references and follow ups to events in Part 1 so do read in chronological order. Part 2 takes place the day after part 1. Hopefully at the end of this story, you can come to your own conclusion if my mum is a slutty Tai Tai or SPG.It was a Friday, the last day of the first semester and there were basically no lessons. Drew and I took the opportunity to skip class and head to a quiet corner of the school where we could access the webcam from my parent’s iMac through Drew’s. Main: achchha kya or kahi bhi chhupa kar rakha hai.Neha: haa.Main: or kaha.Neha: apne dil main.Main: achchha dekhu or mene uske seene par hat rakh diya.Neha: mera haat hatate huye ye kya kar rahe ho.Main: aapke dil me dekh raha hoo kya main nahi dekh sakta.Neha: nahi.Main: kyu nahi dekh sakta.Neha: mujhe gudgudi hoti he.Main:achchha or uthkar uski taraf dekhne laga wo safed suit me thi wo bahut khoobsurat lag rahi.Neha: kya hua.Main: kuch nahi bas aapko dekh raha hoo…ek baat kahu.Neha:. "I heard what you said, and what Potsie said. I bet that Betty's a stuck-up girl like her little sister Tracy. I remember how long you worked on that poem you wrote for her last week -- and she didn't even say 'Thank you,' I bet... And I heard how you stuck up for me when Potsie called me a brat. That was really sweet, Richie."As she finished, she looked up at me again. "Oh, Richie, your thing's so much smaller! Did I do something wrong?" No, no, it's..." It's Betty, isn't it? It's 'cause I.