She was going to confront them, I couldn't believe it. As quietly as I could, I snuck out my front door and hid behind my parked car in my driveway. F...om there I could see her standing on their front lawn, looking like she was about to fall flat on her face. Then I saw one of the two boys walk over to her and hand her a beer. My god, she hadn't been mad at them, she was looking to continue drinking and found someone to party with. The last thing she needed at this point was more alcohol, and I. All this sexual revolution stuff. It touched me in an unusual manner.We had rented an ancient trailer in one of those older trailer parks that were not mobile home communities. It sat out on a little creek in southern Mississippi. I'd barely gotten to know my neighbors before my husband, Lance was called up. Those were lonely days for me. It was fall and there was a chill in the air, as cold as my bed was at night. I was only nineteen, and my teenage juices were running like the sap in. I am Ravi from Udaipur and my age is 22 years and I am in 4th year of my college in Kerala.I live in a hostel here and I share my room with three other mates Ram, Anish, and Aznar. Three of them are from Kerala and of almost of my same age. I have a family of 4 people Dad, Mom and we are 2 brothers. My father is a business man and owns a shop and my brother has just completed school. Let me introduce you to my mom. Her name is Deepa she is from a Marwari background from Udaipur city of. Nolan came back with the coffee and a plate of cookies. I took a sip of mine and found it to be an acceptable but not exemplary example of its kind. Probably the kind of coffee that people with their noses buried in the archives drank without conscious awareness of it. Mrs. Nolan sat and took a sip of the tea it appeared she had fixed for herself and then sat back in the chair donning an air of inscrutability."Mrs. Nolan, does anyone refer to you as anything but Mrs. Nolan?" My friends call me.