Charlotte was edgy that morning. It was only after the twins left for the school bus that she regained some composure, was a little more at ease. Aga...n, my wife asked her what her problem was, but our daughter assumed one of her puberty-driven Stephen King personalities and snarled at her. After a short confrontation, the girl left for classes too, my wife Pearl came to me, “She’s being impossible! What the hell is wrong with the little terror? You have to talk to her Will, I can’t anymore.”At. The light was failing, and he had to quit for fear of damaging it. We did uncover a few more pottery shards and what appeared to be a skin scraper. I had a smile on my face all day, thinking about how I would break the news to the kids that their father was not in the least bit concerned with what we were doing after hours in the boy’s tent.Usually, I would not dare go to the boy’s tent until I was sure Don Sr. was asleep, which was always close to or after 10:00 in the evening. It was only a. On this particular day the sun was blinding outside. The class room was hot and he had opened at least three windows to try and cool the place down. Lucy sat at the front as usual almost directly opposite his own desk. The class was quiet for a change as he told them to read a rather long passage from a history book they were going to have to be familiar with for the forthcoming exam. He would occasionally glance up at them to make sure they were doing as he told them and then he too would. Friends, Hookah, Drinks eased it all.The heroine of my story is Payal. She is a married lady and is having a kid one year old. We had met by chance at a meeting where I was representing my college.We exchanged numbers and became good friends soon. She was a sizzling hot lady. I never had any bad feelings about her in my mind. We were good friends. I used to take help from her for my studies and even she used to discuss her matters with me. Her husband was a nerd. He was a CA and was all the.