I found out where she was living from the Bursar's Office before leaving the school. She had rented a run down little terrace house in the industrial ...rea. That night I waited in the shadows until she came home then I jumped her.I grabbed her key. As she struggled, I lifted the hem of her summer dress and, sliding my hand over her smooth belly and into her pants, I roughly seized her cunt. She merely whimpered as we entered her shabby little house.Phoebe Howard stayed dumb with shock as I. Mom picked up an old book on the end table next to her and opened it. “No. Nice to meet you again, Anita,” and handed over a small old yearbook I vaguely recognized opened to a page in the middle.Anita glanced at it and then stared hard at it as Dad said, “We lived in Dansville for a while too, you know.” I looked over and swallowed as Mom added, “You should look there, where it’s bookmarked.” Anita turned from the page with my picture and opened it to the bookmark to see her own among the. ” “Where is your husband.”After he took up with everything. Passed through all the paperwork. And that officer noted every single detail on their system. Soon they were standing out of the airport waiting for a cab. A cabby stopped in front of her and asked, “Where beautiful?” in American assent. To which her husband gave him a sheet of paper on which an address was inscribed. They moved inside the cab. Both were sitting and holding each other close, and cabby continued with the praises of her. Me-par aap achanak itne modern kaise ho gaye.Mom-meri ek friend ne banaya, wo kehti thi ki aajkal jeans or thong ka zamana hai salwar kurta or saree ka nhi.Me- to phir abhi kya aap sirf jeans pehenti ho kya?Mom- nhi jab tumahre dad ghar aate hai tab sirf salwaar kamiz, or uske baad phir se wohi.Me- kyu dad ko bhi to batao n ki aap kitni modern ho gaye hoooo.Mom- nah unko dikhake kya karungi waise bhi wo…..Me- wo kya?Mom- kuch nhi chodo.Mein to mujhe bhi to dikhap ne kesi kesi dresses li hai.