I nowfelt repaid for the bit of humility required of me earlier. And yet mysubconscious was again signalling embarrassment."It is time to examine our ...elationship," she said and paused. Ugh-oh Ithought. This sounds ominous. Just when I thought that we might progressbeyond french kissing and light petting to the real thing. Damn. She wantssome kind of sign that I can commit to a serious relationship before wecan have actual sex. Well, I guess that's gonna be it for us, I thought,because no way. Krista was speechless as she stood up to greet her and she kept going up and up until Krista was looking up to her waist area. Krista couldn't believe it because she used to tower over this mid 50's woman. She had worn her very tall heels hoping to gain some respect and yet she felt like a tiny school girl next to this formerly small woman. Krista stuck out her hand in greeting and the woman said "I don't shake hands, we're all family here" as she hugged Krista making her feel like a little. My brother started burning crackers and I could clearly see the joy on Khushi’s face. Khushi’s father is a pujari(priest), this made him quite miser and conservative. He doesn’t allow her daughter to go out, chat with boys and do all kinds of stuff which can make her a defaulter as per his social stigma. When Khushi and I were together for two years, she did not even allow me to kiss her, this was the sole reason for our break up.But that night, there was something quite unusual in her eyes. She reached down and scratched behind his ear, then stood up again."Mom, I'm sorry. I should have listened to the doctor."Mom got up and hugged her. "We'll figure something out this week. You've got one more chance or else I'm going to find someone who makes chastity belts and you're going to wear one until you're 25. You need to take responsibility for your own body. Did Charlie tell you what I said?" One foot." OK. Go have fun."She kissed Mom on the cheek, turned to leave and paused, looking.