Mei hairan ho gaya ki mam ne yeh kya bol diaTho rashmi muj se kehti tum kr lo mam k sath jo unhe chaiye de do taaki mam humari baatein kissi ko na bol... mei maan gayaMam ki umar tarikban 40 saal ki thi but voh lagti 34 k asspass ki thi unke boobs na jaada bade the na jada chohte.Tho mam ne mera number lekr kaha jab mei phone karu tho mere ghar aa jana koi drame mat krna. Mei ok mam bol kr chala gaya.Uske agle din mam ka phone aaya ki tum kal shyam ko 8 baje mere ghar aa jana aur unhone muje apna. Looking closer she thought, what in the hell did he have in his arms under the sheet? "Huna hu tabib alhajar!" (Here is the stone doctor) The man said to her in Egyptian! Though the strange thing was when she answered him in the same language! "Shukraan alhkym. Rja'a kunn hdhra!" (Thank you Hakim. Please be careful!) Several of her older colleague’s eyes went wide; they knew she spoke some but not this much! "It appears you have been holding out on us," said another of the older men in the. They greeted me warmly. Trisha commented on my leather coat, saying it looked expensive. I told her she was right about the coat and directed Greg to Becky's house.Becky lived next door to my friend, Sid Connor's house but I had never been inside her house. Trisha held the back of her seat for me to climb out of the car and I walked up to the front door, uncertain as to what I could expect. Becky's mother was congenial but cautious. She peered out at the car, looked me over and told me to make. I finally locate a pair in the bottom of a laundry basket and quickly slip them on and re-straighten my skirt. A text alert snaps me out of my dream state. Its DeSean, checking to see if I was ok and did I make it home safe. I type back a single, yes, and quickly turn off my phone. I head to the kitchen and pour myself a large glass of wine. I think to myself, thank god its Friday. Two days where I won't have to think about him. I down a second glass and head up to my bedroom, all the while.