Me pakadakr dabane laga or pent me khde lund ko uske saari ke upar se hi uski gaand ki dararo me gishne laga or kuch hi der me mera pani mere pent me ...hut gya or mene use chhod diya or bed pr aakar beth gya usne kha kya huaa to mene mera kam to ho gya ye sunkar wo jor jor se hasne lagi mene puchha tum has kyo rhi ho to boli abhi to kuchh huaa hi nhi or tum kah rhe ho mera kam ho gya to mene kha ha yr mera to pani v nikal gya or meri underwear v kharab ho gyi ye sunkar wo or jor jor se hasne. Butplenty of others seemed to lumber themselves with knuckle-draggingneanderthals simply because it was 'the thing to do'. I kept aloof. Iread. I learned to play the piano. I wanted to do well at school. Also, Iquite wanted not to make the mistake my mother did.However, eventually I started to wonder if I was missing out on something. I wondered if I should not experiment.There was a boy I had long been friends with. We studied together. Weplayed chess together. We had a similar taste in. But you have to make some choice.So what do you do?My parents decided to concentrate on salvaging what they could from their children's situation. They chose to concentrate on our mental and emotional health, instead of tilting at the windmills that society might demand they do.Actually, I don't know about that cryptic note business. It wouldn't actually take much to do something like that. It could be done quickly, in the dark of night, and the risk of capture would be vanishingly small. But. As soon as his car disappeared from view Stacy started squealing and ran into me for a hug.“Oh my god we're finally in college! We can go out and do all the crazy shit like in movies- Partying, drinking, hooking up, i’m so excited”“Yea, and studying too- you don’t want to be kicked out and sent back home do you” i said while holding her. I was equally excited, but with Stacy I always tried to be the level-headed one. As we separated, I took a look at her.She stood at a petite 5’4 with.