He believes I should be home by nine, have boyfriends meet him first before dating me, and that I should never dye my hair. My mother attests that pim...les and freckles are because I told lies, and that I got broken up with in tenth grade by Jack Stein because I didn’t go to church. Yeah, I cut that umbilical cord early. Each summer the mass exodus of the normal, less independently courageous students gives way for many part-time jobs. Being a creature of habit I like my part-time jobs to have. He was carrying a bag of apples, ice cream, and juices.He was wearing nice black and red coloured tracks. A full sleeve blue t-shirt, black sports Nike shoes, and a watch on his left hand. As he came inside mom hugged him. He kissed mom’s forehead and handed over the bag.Mom was wearing a white legging and a red kurta without a bra. Her hair was just tied up with a black band. She was wearing her sindoor proudly. She was not having any makeup except her eyeliner. Her mangalsutra was looking. “What do I have to do?”“Get undressed,” he demanded.I slowly unbuttoned my blouse and took it off. His eyes were fixed on me, but I couldn’t see anyway out. I undid my denim mini skirt and let it fall to the floor. He approached me and held me close rubbing his hands over my breast and squeezing them hard. His fat gut was right in front of me. He sat down in one of the kitchen chairs and pulled me towards him, pulling my bra off. His mouth clasped my right nibble and his dribbled dripped. After another month, she called me and said, “Tomorrow I will be going to take charge of her job. She told me her boss asked her if she can be deployed to Jamaica, for her slave ship and she said, yes!”After 3 months, she called me again. “I will be coming home for a week.”“I will come and pick you up.”“No, Fernando is coming to pick me up.”I got desperate by that, after 5 months Fernando gets to see her.“I will come directly to our home.”The home was not in good condition after she left. So,.