"You better pull your shirt down." Vinny's voice was raspy."But you like to look at them." It's not right. You shouldn't be showing me your, um, boobs..." Why not? I finally got some and boys like them. I know you like them 'cause you got a boner." I'm sorry about that, but--" Why are you sorry? I like it. It makes me feel grown up. So what do you think?" She tucked the shirt under her chin. "Is it okay for boys to touch them?" Maybe when you're older." But I wanna know what it feels like now.". We both realised we must pass this final exam or it would prove to our Mother we were incapably of looking after or caring for each other. We split the chores rotating our duties daily we worked well together and by the end of the week we felt like a married couple there was no arguments or any sort of disagreements the bond we shared meant we could read each others minds and knew what the other was thinking it was a time to learn when a kiss and cuddle or even a touch of the hands meant more. In a soft voice that was buried under the general loud noise of the room, she replied, “Hello.”Melissa said, “She’s shy.”Hoping to put the petite woman at ease, Bev said, “She’s a cute little thing.”“Like a doll,” Wanda said nodding her head in agreement.“Where’s the red dot? I thought all Indian women had a red dot on their forehead,” Gail said openly staring at Trupti’s forehead.Trupti felt a little uncomfortable about being discussed as if she wasn’t there. Jack leaned over and whispered in. “I got some fake boobies,” Tammy disclosed, “and had some cellulite removed.”“You look good,” Liz complimented, “We are so very proud of you.”In a matter of minutes, it seemed like all was forgiven and put in the past. I was happy to see the family back to normal.I settled back into the living room chair as Tammy, Liz and my mother-in-law disappeared into the kitchen. I turned on the television to catch the end of a football game. A few minutes later and Liz waltzed across the room, purse in.