Tom patted his head and muttered the words, “Espece d’idiot!” He then looked in through the car window only to discover that his things were not...in there anyway.“Good ol’ mom!” Tom muttered again to himself. His mother had obviously thought ahead and taken his things with her when she went with dad to wherever they were right now. Tom lifted his head and put an ear to the wind and scanned about for any obvious clues as to his parent’s where-abouts. It only took a few seconds for Tom to pick up. When I finished my course, I walked slowly back upstairs to our bedroom where Dylan was still asleep. I turned on the shower, took off my clothes and stepped into the steam. As I was shampooing my hair, a wad of suds slipped down to my breast. Remember what happened the last time I did this? I started to rub it on my nipple, but stopped. What are you doing? I scolded myself. You can’t let yourself do this. I almost started to cry. Dylan stumbled into the bathroom as I was drying my hair.. And we were going and after 2 hrs of journey I was hungry and my mom too….So I headed back to find a restaurant near by… We had our dinner and we talked about my mom teenage time as this ride reminded all those…. She said who my mom and dad used to go out tease each other and all… Then we headed back to our house. After 10mins of ride…Mom: (Nidra vastundhe ra thondara ga vellu) I am sleepy son go fastMe:(na shoulder mida paduko amma) Sleep on my shoulder momMom: (adhe kastam nenu gada nidra. The flip flop sandle foot donned customers had only moments to dally looking over the vehicles before they started to get attacked which for some reason brought a smile to my face. It was harmless enough. But Wally got really pissed off about the invasion and he always cussed and fumed, never actually did anything about it and wore white shoes to match his white belt and polyester fashions making his own flesh unavailable for biting. But I’d seen him more than once out stomping on ants in a.