" Accordingly I returned home, and nobody knew what to do withme. I could not go to another school. I was too young for theUniversity. I stayed at h...me for six months. My father wasalready sickening with his last illness. There was no one tocontrol me; and no doubt I bullied the servants, was tyrannicaland threatening to the tenants, was rude to Helen andcontemptuous of Miss Priscilla. Miss Priscilla bad preciseold-maidish neatnesses which it was a pleasure to me to offend.To stamp about the. Mary changed the subject. "Anyway, Jim. How do you like the mass transit system in our little city? Much different than you remember, isn't it?"I nodded absently, and Mary looked at me, concerned.After a pause of a few minutes, Mary asked me, softly. "Is there anything wrong, Jim? Is this too much activity too soon? Do you want me to call Doctor..." No! No! Don't call any doctor. I was just a bit... disoriented." I decided to explain about my "Rip Van Winkle" feelings. "It's just that there's. Didi na maree kameez upar utha kar maree fudee dakhna lagi, kameez ka front ki wajha sa saaf nazar nahi a rahi thee isee leya upar utha dee aga sa kameez, didi maree fudee par hath farta huva boli nahi sapna taree fudee maree fudee jasee hai, fir toona quain boli taree fudee achee nahi hai, or kaya chahtee hai itnee khubsurat hai, magar didi mujha ap ki fudee zayada achee lagte hai, Fir didi maree fudee par hath laga kar masalna lagi or muj sa chipak gee maina bola be abhi mama a jaa gee magar. She dropped the top on the floor and carefully laid the towel on the bed. She put her fingers in the waistband of her shorts and slid both her shorts and her knickers down over her hips and stepped out of them.Craig hardly dared breathe. He leant closer, trying to see more clearly but not wanting his face to appear in the window. As he watched her unclasp her bra, letting a pair of nicely sized boobs hang free, he suddenly remembered about his dad’s pair of binoculars. His dad was showing them.