With 17 Yrs. son som studying in 12th standard. and daughter Mou studying in class IX.It is the life story of my son and his friends. Let us hear from...Som himself.I am Som. After joining in college I suddenly noticed that friendship grow up on likeness of mind and alike family background irrespective of caste and creed. My other two friends Ali and John is the greatest example of that.To tell about Ali his father has given Talaq to his mom and his mom Zeenat being a bank Manager no financial. "Let's play a game." "What kind of game?" She asked suspiciously. "The firetruck game," I tried. "And how's that played?" Jewel asked setting her book down. "Promise you'll do whatever I ask if I win," I said looking her straight in the eye. She narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms. "Done." I put my hand on her knee. "Say red light when you want me to stop." "Okay...?" A question lingered in her voice. I moved my hand up slowly. When it was about three inches away from the bottom of her. I encouraged her to avoid starting a career in porn, and she finally backed out of her agreement the day before the film shot. Not knowing what to do, I suggested she take a couple of nighttime art classes at the nearest community college in downtown San Francisco.Her parents were more than willing to spot her the cash, and so that gave her something to do when she didn't have work. She was really the only bright spot in my life during that point. Adrienne was around less so she could focus on. The room was already occupied. A young secretary who always wore black was in the room holding a shopping bag. I'd had only a couple of opportunities to work in her vicinity, none of them positive. Most of the time she worked alone in a corner cubicle, one that faced windowless walls. Her black outfit was her exclusive wardrobe, matching her sullen attitude. She didn't seem to want to be working here, or maybe anywhere. Her distain for her co-workers was palatable. Her hair was always pulled.