At five o'clock, I had worked myself up to being anxious on Clara's behalf. My mother came home at five thirty, and that was the only thing that preve...ted me from calling over to Clara's house. She took one look at me, and asked me what was the matter."It's stupid, that's all it is. I was thinking about Clara, and wondering why she hasn't been in school. Today I saw her new boyfriend hanging out with another girl. I started worrying, for no reason, but I can't seem to stop." I could call over. Then Mrs. Jenkins asked if she had to wait until Sunday since it was only Thursday. Mom laughed and told her to come over for lunch the next day, Friday.When Mom hung up she just laughed. Mrs. Jenkins had asked her what she should wear, that was followed by a long silence, and then she said, “I guess it really doesn’t matter.”Dad told Mom that he wanted to come home for a long lunch tomorrow but Mom told him that if he gave us two days with her that she would be ready for him to do as he. My jaw was dropped down on the floor seeing his hard huge black with pink head cock. My mouth was gushing with saliva to suck it and my hands were desperate to touch it, shake it, and rub it. He pulled me close to him and made me kneel down there on floor and held my head ” choos mera lund meri nayi randi” he ordered. I was so shocked how he said such thing in that so rude way. But i really don’t know what zipped my mouth and i couldn’t say a single word in response to what he said. I was. I was happy to see that the interviewer was a middle-aged guy with glasses. I hated being interviewed by some young dude younger than myself because it made me feel like a loser and that I was on the wrong side of the table. I figured my best asset was my age because most of the large corporations were looking for younger people that they could train and employ at a lower salary than fully trained and experienced people already set in their way about everything from politics to economics and.