‘Okay I understand. You were the messenger and she shot you down.’ ‘I probably deserved it in a way.’ ‘Why, you just told me you were trying...to give mother a heads up?’ ‘Maybe I should have done that, a very long time ago Becky?’ ‘Yeah well, why didn’t you?’ ‘Sour grapes Becky.’ ‘Uncle Bill!’ ‘Okay. What would have happened if I’d told your mother about Frank’s shenanigans? He’d have denied everything, accused me of having a bad attack of sour grapes and Marsha would have believed him. God your. You wanted it!Mona: And, you gave me?Ayan: Yes I gave you. Because you asked.Mona: So, you will really give me anything I want! You were indeed very serious when you said that!Ayan: What is this, Mom?Mona: If you really wanted to, you would have left this conversation long back, Ayan.Ayan: I don’t want you to be alone. I don’t want you to feel lonely. That is all.Mona: If that was the case, you would not be giving me promises you cannot fulfill. Further hurting me!Ayan: I haven’t given you any. "On my way" was his reply. When i made it in my room i did a quick check around to make sure nothing that shouldn’t have been seen was. So that when freed knocked on my door i was confident that everything embarrassing was well hid. "Thank fucking god" he said walking in behind me after i opened the door for him. "Tell me about it. I could only last half an hour down there with those fuckers." I said pulling out two glasses from the counter and sliding then to him. He filled them up and we. We'd gone to the movies together and shared dinner dates a few times after they moved out, and while each of these occasions developed into a sexual encounter, we each had our own lives to live, our own steadies, so we didn't meet alone or make time for one another often. She attended a Culinary College in San Francisco and after graduation remained out there to live and work. The first year she'd left we exchanged weekly letters and monthly telephone calls, always professing our love for one.