" "That figures," he said. "Damn it! Today was so great, and now it turns sour, back in this house with her." She got up and went to him, to press her...slim body against his big, muscled one. "I'll call Jean to sleep over. You can come into my room, so that even if mom does wake up, she won't suspect anything if she hears a couple of giggling k**s." "I don't know," he said. "It's too dangerous here." Kissing him hard on the mouth, tasting the residue of his drink there, she said, "Don't be a cop. After I first moved from India. India is very different for women. You do not have so much freedom. I did a lot of things in college that would have been impossible back home. I dressed like an American girl. I went to a lot of parties. I had fun." But you married an Indian man and settled down?" It is what was expected by my family," she said. "To dress and act traditionally. To have a family one day. I do not regret anything."She sipped her wine."Though I do miss the clothes. I loved. Unfortunately, though we had one of those arguments couples have, an argument that starts out of nothing and neither will remember what its about or why it even started. The following morning both of us would be apologising but not even knowing who started it. I stormed out and began the short walk home, leaving my school bag behind, just grabbing my overnight bag.The walk home only took a few minutes, but gave me plenty of time to think and worry was it all over. Sandi was my first love, then. I could feel a mix of our saliva’s in a romantic proportion. Bhanu meanwhile, as if reminding my task said mmm. I murmured with all my strength I love you”. My legs weakened and I couldn’t stand any longer. He pushed me onto the sofa and climbed on me. I removed his shirt buttons though my hands are also weak. He removed his shirt. I couldn’t look into him directly. He fell on me again and hugged me. He removed my sari pins with his teeth and his hands are caressing me all over. I closed my.