Though our age difference was four years but we had very closely friendship. I never thought him as my Mama and he never respected me as elder “Vagn...’. Pappu had just reached his puberty about six months ago in his 12 years of age. We spent the whole day together and he opined to sleep with me in the night. There was a reason for that, the environment was so hot and guest room fan was unserviceable. I told him to express the difficulties to his sister (my mom). He convinced my mom and it was. OK?”“OK.”I disconnected the call from a dejected sounding Recon and turned to see Renee standing there. She had a strange look on her face.“Hi Lover.”“Was that Recon?”“Yes.”“You have seen the way he looks at me?”“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to imply that you were up to anything.”“I know. I have seen him looking at me as well. It has never been a creepy thing. The looks he gives me have always been, I don’t know, affectionate? Not loving.”“I know. The guys say that he loves you like a sister. You. Downright suave. But now, withthis girl, I was like an awkward teenager on the firstday of high school.“I didn’t tell you my name, dumbshit!” she spat.“Sorry, I was just –”“Penny it’s Penny, for fuck’s sake Shit, I got Mr.Sorry over here.”Again, I would be as snotty hell, too, if I was her. SoI didn’t take it too harshly. “I see you are getting into it now,” she said, and Icould see her once again looking at my. There I stood just waiting for a thanks." He twisted me down onto my front as I thrashed my body but with his grip steady around my neck I had no option but to lean my face down, until I could taste the leather beeswax polish from the sofa in my mouth. I had been trying to swing my legs at him but he had pinned me on my front and I felt the weight of his 60 year old body straddle me from behind. He moved his grip from my neck and for a brief second I thought I could pull myself free but he had.