”Jane had taken Mindy to the only bedroom she knew was neat and presentable. That was Bobby’s old one. It was the guest bedroom now, not that they...ever had any guests. Bobby hadn’t brought much home with him from school and all of it was out of sight. Her own bedroom was a disaster, from her point of view. She hadn’t made the bed, properly, and the dirty clothes hamper was out in the open.Thus far, Jane had simply been holding the crying woman. Mindy had clung to her, and the only thing she’d. The mother in the front seat looked stunned but her kids in the back -- probably about 14 years old from what I saw -- kept looking out the back window. Hailey waved at them and then continued. I had to assume she didn't know them as I couldn't imagine her being so blasé otherwise.I was grateful that Hailey was more interested in endurance and novelty rather than a quick performance. I suspect I might have outlasted her had she tried to make me come quickly with us both ending up feeling sore. Whaddaya got?" "No way!" I'd replied. "Did you tell me yours up front? Or did you just spring them on me as they came up?" "Come on, what's the harm?" He'd said, reaching around me to my blazer pocket. "I'm gonna know eventually." "No," I'd said, twisting away and then standing to get out of his reach. "It's personal," I'd insisted, "and private." My belligerence took me by surprise, and I'd blurted, "and they don't all involve you." And silence had settled in the room. It had lasted the rest. Though I was shy type of guy, soon adjusted to the new place,&made some new friends too. Nisha is one of them. She used to live with her mother(divorced)& with her grand parents & an uncle. They were one of other 4 tenants of our landlord. She was studying in 8th std same school which I used to go. We used to go together, soon we became close friends. During holidays we used to play together, watch our house. We were so close that I used to touch her but she never mind it. Even she used to.