Mu jharaka phamka hau kabat phankare dekhe. Papa Ritu mausi ku genhila bele Ramesh mausa momi ku genhenti. Sabu dekhe. Majhire majhire Kalia boli tuka...a asi momi aau mausi ku kare. Sedina bi kalia asila. Mu bhabili aji semane heba bele maagiha ku di nata maribi aau jahaku heu genhibi.Sataku sata Kali asiki Ritu mausi kundhei sadhi teki Bia ku dalu dalu momi sadhi ku tani khulidela. Momi bi bhidi jai Kalia banda ku dhari halauthile. Kali masta garam hei genhiba genhiba boli heuthila. Mu aau tike. Me, Peter Alan Hotaling, star quarterback of my college team, the guy that had been on a one-man quest to win the heart, or at least the pussy, of every woman in New York City. Now I was one of them. A woman.I finished peeing and stood to wash my hands and face, looking closely at the face that stared back at me from the mirror. This was only the second day. How was I going to last for another 363 more. I decided then and there that if I spent every day feeling sorry for myself, I would either. "I love you Mr. Sam ... lover." She told me with a new supply of tears flowing down her cheeks after breaking our kiss. "I love you so much I think I might burst."I kissed her back and then she looked into my eyes and intentionally exaggerating her Spanish accent she asked, "I say this right señor?" You say everything right." I answered kissing her again, "Everything."She smiled and then buried her face into my shoulder.After the girls left the house became emotionally barren right at that. I asked her is her mum okay with me being in your room, she replied yea, I have told her I like you and I trust you, trust me how you mean I said, just wait till next week he replied.Perplexed by this response I could not wait till the next ‘homework session’.So the next homework time I was a little unsure what would happen, we walked home from school together holding hands, we went into her house and I was about to go upstairs with her and she said stop, don’t come up with me, my heart sank,.