Thanks for your wonderful comments on the email for my previous story (Heena – the baby sitter seduced…). I received so many responses that i foun... it tough to answer all of them….. Also met a couple of you post the email conversations and had a blast…..Anyways coming to the story….. I am a teacher in part time at one of the leading engineering colleges in the city of Mumbai. This particular college is my favorite as a teacher since the marking system is such that 75% weightage is on class. "Are you Mr. Pamby?" I asked, politely."Yeah," who wants to know?" he said."My name is Dag. I'm a TV reporter for the local Television Station." Oh, yeah... ," he grumbled, "that Program Manager of yours called and said you'd be dropping by," he laughed. "You're supposed to interview me, right?" Yeah... right," I confirmed, not exuding a whole lot of confidence.The Namby Pamby Tribe's secrets are revealed."Okay, guys. Roll tape," I said. With that, the interview was underway."Mr. Pamby, Could. He just sat dumbfounded and stared at his mother. After a while, she asked, “Were you lovers?”Apparently, he started blubbering and then divulged our entire story. Gently, his mother told him that he needed to embrace happiness. Having finally found who he had been looking for, he needed to grab the opportunity with both hands, even if it meant that it was with another man. She added that she hoped his stupidity hadn’t screwed things up with me, for good. She told him to get on his knees and. “I don’t cook.” Conner scoffed, “I barbeque… now, please tell me that you eat more than fish.” “Not recently.” She admitted. He’d train her yet. Conner planned to give her a taste of everything she had been missing, not to mention cure that sweet tooth of hers, or lack there-of. “I hope you’re hungry.” Conner said, “Did you want to eat now?” “Sure.” Tessa nodded, moving to her cupboards for some plates. Conner smiled at her again as she began to set the table. It was obvious that she was.