“Oh, yes, suck me, suck me,” she cried. He lowered his teeth until they touched her nipple. He felt her stiffened and her breath shorten. He sunk ...is teeth into the nipple, she cried out, and grabbed him by the back of the head and pulling herself towards him. He pulled himself back, and at the same time she slipped away from him, falling into the sofa opposite, fixing him with a wild gaze. “You certainly know what you’re doing, young man.” She slumped back into the sofa, her bathrobe loose. At the same time, her out-of-sight arm squeezed a bulb connected to the pump, and the slow drip of blood surged to a violent spray. The audience barely had time to process what happened, and in that moment of confusion, Alex lifted up her freshly severed arm, brandishing it as a weapon. He’d perfected a hurried but stiff-legged walk that made him seem both determined and demented. The slow shuffle of the audience picked up the pace and made their way down a hallway to next scare. And then Alex. It was a simple but tasty lunch.“Why did you retire early and move out here, anyway?” I asked after a few mouthfuls.“Many reasons. Frustration with my academic career was one. The end of my marriage was another. Call it a midlife crisis if you like, but I needed the break.”“You live pretty simply out here?”“I do. I like it that way. No papers to write, no committees to sit on, no classes to prepare and teach.”“Must get rough though. No hydro. Cooking on a wooden stove.”“I’m pretty efficient. My family consists of me and my parents.My dad works in a company at Abu Dhabi and has to frequently travel to and fro for work. He gets a week off or so every 6 months and spends the time with us. During the course of my schooling I had to stay in Abu Dhabi twice too. So basically I had many friends in and out of India due to my constant changing of schools.This story is about my mother who is 50 years old now and was 44 then. She is a normal Maharashtrian lady with a plump body now though she.