" But..." she started."And for the record I really don't care," I added before she could say anything."But we're cousins and all," she said a little f...rmer. She must have sensed I wasn't going to berate her as a harlot or a deviant. Homosexuality goes through periods of acceptance in cycles just like the fashionable length of a woman's skirt. Sometimes it's up and sometimes it's down. It goes from outrage and condemnation to acceptance and even encouragement to apathy and everywhere in-between;. Gupta had been my teacher for over four years now, and she was around 48, with two teenage daughters. She was not very fair, but not dark either – what you could call dusky. And she had a figure that used to drive me wild. Gupta teacher used to be always in saree-blouse.During her class, I used to extra attentive – I never failed to notice the space between where her blouse ended and the saree began at the back. Her exposed back used to invariably give me a hard on – the sexy, dusky skin, the. That day I asked for her number, but rather she gave her medical landline number. At my request, she did share her personal number. I gave a missed call and left for my room.I started texting her good morning and good night once a few days. But she never opened my messages for many hours and also never responded. On my birthday, she did send me wishes after checking my status. That was the day our secret life started.I immediately texted her, ‘Thank you.’ On the same day, I texted her, “I want. We hit it off, stayed in touch because we were both from here.” Eva gave me a small smile, “By here, I don’t mean Mission Hills. I’m from the Argentine.”Kansas City, Kansas. Blue collar, about as far from Mission Hills as you can be and still be in the same state. Fucking Kansas.I gave Eva an encouraging nod, sometimes that’s all it takes to keep them talking.“I married well. A good guy, Frank Martinez. He owns three body shops, is looking at opening a fourth one. Plus he has two dry-cleaning.