As our parents were teachers they were keen on one thing, giving good education for us. We were living in a south Kerala city. At the age of 20 my eld...r sister was married off, when actually she was in the third year of her graduation.I was studying for Pre- Degree then. Actually, immediately after her marriage, she used to visit our home very often as her husband belonged to our city itself. I was actually listening to their love making sessions quite often and was witness to their acts once. "Look, right hereis Storybook Gardens, the kids park. They will have admission to getin there. And here and here are golf courses. Do you think they willlet you walk along them?" I guess I will just ask," Wayne said. "Do you want to come along? Iwill have to leave at noon on Friday and be back before 1 on Monday,if I don't want to miss any classes." No, I'm staying here on the weekend. There is a mixer at one of thesororities that I've been invited to. Tramp along the river for fourdays or date. " I muttered.As I stood at the toilet relieving myself her comments finally sifted through into my brain - shave my legs? What the??"Debbie!" I screamed."What Gord?" she asked as she poked her head in the door."What do you mean you're going to help me shave my legs?" I demanded."Well you can't exactly have hairy legs if you're a French maid." she teased."Yeah, but I never agreed to do anything that was going to embarrass me." I whined."Relax." she said. "You have no reason to be showing your. Anyway, would you like a story? In fact, would you like to be in the story?"Joyce looked deeply into Bobbie's eyes, saw the incredible love always shining there, but saw something else, too. There appeared to be a deep affection for her rather than just the normally unfocussed love."You mean a real story, don't you? Rather than my normal practice of stealing assignments and stealing stories?" She shook her head, grinned wryly and said, "Well, I guess there should be a new professional me to go.