My Mother was a good sniffer and she could my smell from my underwears. Even without seeing me in this darkness she could recognize me with that smell... She got a doubt. “Why are you so silent ? Why you are not saying anything ?”I still didn’t give any reply. She started rubbing my private rod again. I could not help, the smell of my genitals came up again. She leaned down and said, “No no never ! You can not be Paresh ! I can say without any fail you are not Paresh ! I know this smell ! This. I stepped to the side and allowed the man to enter. He stepped forwardand as he walked past me and into the room I couldn't help but noticethat he had a very strange way of holding himself and even the way hewalked. He had a very ... effeminate manner.He dropped down into the sofa looking miserable. He then pulled his legsup under him Indian style, the way Anna used to do."Anna? Is that really you?" I asked but she just began to cry. "Whathappened to us?"Though the tears he told me that after. His jawline was so sharp that I could feel it splitting my pupils in half. Occasionally when we our eyes would meet, either he or I would reach over and kiss each other’s cheek. It was the end of the second hour and the end of the TV show where the person barely survived or was it the crocodile? I’m not positive. I decided that it was time for business and getting things heated. I turned off the TV and Austin yelled, ‘Hey! Another one was coming on!’ I rolled my eyes and stood up from the. It wouldn't be my last of course, not even that evening, but soon I was asleep, dreaming of nothing.In the morning, I rubbed myself off again, and then lay quietly until I heard Mom walking around in the kitchen. Then I got out of bed, peed and went into the kitchen."Hi Jen. Back already?" She asked it with a smile."I slept up here last night, Mom. Lisa didn't feel well."The smile left her face instantly. Her voice went flat, though when she spoke she tried to put a smile into it."I had a date.