She's worse than bad about calling home to tell me when she'll be home most nights, so I fix dinner for us for about eight. Usually, it then sits on t...e stove or in the refrigerator until at least ten, and sometimes after midnight.The concept of calling me to let me know when she'll be home is apparently alien to her. She's always 'too busy' just to pick up the phone for two minutes to let me know what her schedule is. She has a cell phone as well, but since she spends most of her day in. I took a deep breath, knowing in the growing darkness she wasn’t going to get a real good look at me, but at the same time, wanting her to see everything. I grabbed my panties and slid them down, wiggled my little ass at her and dove into the pool. The water on my naked body felt so good, so freeing, a million thoughts ran through my mind in the matter of a second. Where was this leading? What was she thinking? God I need an orgasm before I explode. I surfaced in the water and stared at. . I remember seeing you. Good, sit down, next.”I was not sure what to think. Does she know? She remembers me from the bus, yet doesn’t seem to know or notice what I was doing right behind her back. May be I was over reacting.As I was thinking over and over about whether I am caught or not, I heard Nandhini mam’s voice asking all of us to take our text books. Like a robot I took the text book, opened it and placed it in front me. Nandhini mam started reading; all of us put our heads into the. Throughout the night, I notice one after the other of your guy friends pulling you aside, or slapping you on the back, and nodding in my direction, sometimes giving me a wink. I’m obviously meeting their approval, with some even flirting a bit with me. So I start to discreetly scribble names of my favorites on a wish-list I’m keeping in my pocket. One especially catches my eye..a quiet, giant black man, with skin so dark that it reminds me of midnight. He comes across very polite, but I.