Some drunk was driving and he ran over my dad and then lost control of the vehicle and got himself killed too. The Driver was called Samir. My mother ...ot a nice compensation from Insurance company and we bought a big house where we live today, in the fashionable locality in Mumbai. Soon mom got over the dad’s grief and settled down to resume life. Three years after the death of dad. I fell in love with Renuka, my college mate, a hot dish. We met by chance. I had forgotten my certificates and. I had also left the door open."I called you a wench." You think I am a big busted serving girl?" She cupped one breast and lifted it slightly, running her tongue over her lips at the same time."Perhaps brat is a better term?" I was trying not to picture her in a tight-bodice dress."Oh, you think I am a pouty little girl, do you?" She affected her best pout. She was not helping my condition and I think she knew it.Unfortunately I had run out of terms."What's the matter big man? Pussy got you. "Rachael told me that she went through the same feelings but slowly she accepted the reality and is now a part of their lives. I too can be part of their lives if I want, or I can ruin my relationship with them and my mother, the choice was mine.Then she turned toward me and asked me what would I prefer: being a part of them or breaking off all ties with all them? I knew I would never break off relationship with my mom, especially not over this, so I replied I want to be a part of their and. ”“So ... what do we do now?”“In Bloodlust? We wait. You’re here, so I’m sure we won’t have to wait long.”“What’s that supposed to mean?” She turned her head to look at him, brow raised and the eye scrutinizing him.“Just means that, when there’s a couple in a booth, any lone women are probably intrigued. Especially if the other woman is as attractive as you. Makes—”She turned her head more, and smiled at him with a mischievous glint in her eyes. Uh oh.“You think I’m attractive?”“What? Yeah, I.