"All ready?" Yeah," she replied.I looked up at Emily and Mrs. Prescott. They both had smirks on theirfaces."What?" I asked them warily. They were thin...ing something I probablywouldn't like.They looked at each other with some kind of understanding, but it wasEmily who finally voiced the words: "You'll make a good mother someday."I could feel myself blushing again.---Lunch was pretty basic. Mrs. Prescott had made grilled cheese sandwichesand tomato soup. Even so, it was good food. She was nearly. “Yeah,” he said turning around. “I need to buy a, uh, uh, um.”“You need to buy a what,” the sales associated prodded.“A, uh, suit,” Tariq stumbled sizing up the slender, brown-skinned guy in front of him sporting a rainbow-colored grown out buzz cut and shimmering clear lip gloss.“I can help you with that? Where are you going to wear it?”“A funeral.”“Oh, I’m sorry. I guess you want it dark then, right.”“Um, yeah.”“Follow me.”Tariq complied with the order as the pair weaved through the clothes. It was the motivation for the bow that I carried ever since. In this case, however, I had no weapon of worth and even though I was slowly and steadily backing away, the mother was aggressively stalking me. Once aroused, they are very dangerous creatures. I was staring into the eyes of a 250-pound protective and fierce beast with only one thing on its mind: to tear me apart. I backed up, but it kept coming right down the trail to me. I knew I was done. If I survived at all it would be. I can help a weak kid strengthen her concepts.A: Okay, I will teach her but only under one condition. I cannot commit a particular time as I have to deal with office timings as well. So, I’ll text her an hour before the actual time of her tuition.L: Okay, agreed. I’ll share your number with her and ask her to contact you.After this conversation, I went back to my flat and started doing my daily chores. I almost forgot about this conversation. Then I got a WhatsApp text from an unknown number..