I hurriedly strip off my clothes and slip into the warmth of my bed before the cold of the room can chill my flesh.'Maybe you'll just be late be a lit...le late', I think as I surround myself in the soft blankets and pillows of the bed. Warmth surrounds the small nest I have buried my own nakedness in and before I can stop I am falling into sweet relaxation. Surrounded by warmth and softness the weight of my body falls away as I slip into my sweet dream place.It's so very warm in here, almost hot. Prema's house was very near.It was in the second lane after Library. Vijaya took my hand,her breast was pressing against my hand.She gave a reassuring squeeze."Don't worry,you will marry Prema" she told me. Prema's house was a neat bangalow with coconut trees and a huge Mango tree.One small boy saw us coming, ran inside to tell elders.If I thought I had become immune to sudden shocks,I was sadly mistaken. I am sure I had broken Guiness record of high jump from standing position when Vijaya. These lockers (the front and back) were separated by a room that had a gang shower, a row of commodes and some urinals. No partitions and I thought to myself "man, everyone will see me naked." This scared me some and I was brought out of my worries when Pop Smith handed me a towel and wash cloth. He looked at me in a stoic fashion, "Git ya a shower" he ordered as he turned and walked out of the locker room. Another boy had come in the back door (that was the one we used except on Sunday) he was. "That's crap Santa," she told him. "Well, come on Babe, what do you say, are you going to be good and make my day?" Santa asked. "With dirty old men, I have no sway, but for a smooth talking Santa like you, what can I say?" "Does that mean you will, or does mean you won't?" "Did I say I do, or did I say I don't?" Santa wrinkled his furrowed brow, totally confused by their conversation, her response, however, stretching his imagination and, with grave consternation, felt a strange, but once.