Raat ko mom ghar par hi thi….aur mom ne printed suit pehna hua tha….raat ko 9 bje rahul aagya…aur kehne lgaa lo apni payment lelo..mai mauritiou... ja rha hu 2 din ke liye….aur mom aur woh terrace par baith gye pichli side pe…..mom ko usne 2.5 lkh rs diye …mom ne ussey coffee offer ki.mai apne room mai tha…..usne fir double meaning baat suru kr di…mom smile de rhi thi…usne mom ka braclet dekhne ke bahane mom ka haath pakad liya aur kiss krli….mom ne ussey daanta…….usne apne dono haath mom ki. The sun leaving bright splotches on his body as it shone between the leaves, warmed his body. He stirred, turning in his sleep. His eyes opened and he lay watching me.’ Startled, I dropped the book back on to the table. I glanced over at the group and found their eyes in my direction. The eyes of the storyteller were the same eyes that had watched me from the pages of the book. I knew he’d written it. I wanted to know more. I moved toward the group, sat amongst them and listened. He smiled. Having inherited my Dad's musiccollection, I was short of inspiration too - for a man I remembered forbeing laid back and fairly happy through life, he had a LOT of darkmusic. Expecting no useful answer, I asked Mum in desperation whether shehad any ideas and she pleasantly surprised me by first suggestingBlondie. Or if not some Rolling Stones. I liked the idea of singing"Hanging On The Telephone" but "Gimme Shelter" was the dependable choice,or as jolly as any song about impending rape and. It was pretty typical for people to want to talk with him after a lecture like that. Many of them had their own points of view and wanted to convince him to adopt their ideas, giving them proper credit for them of course.He glanced out over the audience and noticed a man slipping out the door. The hair on the back of his neck rose when he recognized the individual. The man was one of the unsavory contacts with the people at the organization he had quit. He fielded questions while trying to come.