At the door was Kevin, her best friend’s 19-year-old son from down the street.“Hi, honey, come on in, what’s up?” Caroline asked, ushering the...strapping young man in the door.“Hi, Mrs. L., my mom wanted to know if you had that pot she brought over the other night when you guys had dinner,” he said.“Sure, sure I do, I should’ve returned it already,” Caroline smiled, walking into the kitchen. “I love it when your mom and I have dinner, two old single girls…”“Oh, Mrs. L., you’re not old, my mom’s. She even sent him the link to some of her private photo's, and wow Paul was hooked. He checked that Katie knew who she was chatting to, and to his surprise she replied oh yes and I like what I see and want to see more.Slightly shocked but very turned on Paul flirted with Katie, early mornings and late evenings, even when he was at work and she was day off, telling her what he would do to her, as she liked to be punshed, he would tell her how he would spank her and and punish her. He was oftern. I truly had my doubts. My best friend Heather was even caught up in the frenzy, stock piling canned goods and water. She and her boyfriend even had plans to buy an underground bunker. Seemed kinda crazy to me but I guess it can't hurt to do some stuff from my bucket list just in case. Well, spring rolled into summer and preparations were in full swing around the globe. In the States there was lottery fever, everyone wanted their slice of the pie. I even got in on it; I mean 428 million. She came to where we were sitting handed the bag to Mr. Shah and said “Here, take it” and then turned to me and said, “You must be Gattu’s friend”. I looked at her with a confused look on my face and then Vatsal spoke “Mom, I told you not to call me Gattu anymore. He didn’t need to know that”. I snorted trying to suppress a laughter but failing greatly. Vatsal scowled at me but that just fueled the fire and I burst out. I put a control on myself and awkwardly looked at Mr. and Mrs. Shah, they.