Good old Janet - boring as bloody sin. We gossiped amongst our friends about the 'Bad' Girls - the ones who'd gone all the way in the back of a car - ...t least one of the girls left school and it was rumored she was pregnant. I don't think we ever did find out the truth. And then there were the two or three who still lived in the village - before they met their future partners. I marveled at the fact that still living there a husband might be in the pub, sharing a beer with a friend ... both. M sara pi gya ….. Fir vo bolo …… Tum mere ache kutte bn skte ho … Bs m jo bolu vo karo tu kutta bnkr rahna sikh jaega …. Maine kaha malkin ap jo kahoge m karuga ……. Bs muxe esi tarah kutta bnkr rakhna …… Fir malkin kahte gud tommy chal meri sandals chat kar saf kar de muze market jana hai vaha m teri liye ek aur surprise laugi ….. Ok maine kaha thk hai ……. Maine sandals malkin ke chamka dia chat chat kar fir malkin kahte muze 1 ganta lagega tb tk mera kutta kya karega ……. Maine kaha jo is kutte. Incidents like these - and there were quite a few of them - gave me a reputation for being somewhat of a weird genius.Bullying didn't get any worse, fortunately. If anything, it became somewhat less of a problem. I had filled out a little over the previous months and had grown an inch or so, which made some of the smaller bullies more cautious. More importantly, I was getting even more physically coordinated. I could now run away pretty fast, which was often helpful.When I was jostled in the. Mom crossed her legs and folded both hands over her upraised knee as she leaned forward. Her posture was intimate but composed. Because, of course, everything was fine. She wasn't making any advances. Why would anyone even think that? Just a mother and son having a talk about what was bothering him. Perfectly normal. "Is this an okay time?" she asked in a soft voice. "As good as any, I suppose," I said. There was no need to ask what for. She drew a deep breath. "So I'm sure your brothers told.