Soon after my friends left my mother came into my room. She said “I overheard your conversation about the girl in your class.” I “well… well�...�” I started to mumble and making all kinds of excuses but she came over and gently placed her index and middle finger on my lips and said “not to worry son, I understand how it is when your a young man and how it is to be a virgin.”She asked “you are not sexually active yet are you? I am not wrong to presume you are a virgin right?” I was so embarrassed. He said, "Oh fuck, I'm sorry mom, I didn't mean that." He held her arms and she immediately went to his chest, grateful for the first contact they'd had in weeks. She said, "No you're right. I was a stupid young girl, who was seduced by the first boy who was nice to her, but no matter what happened because of my stupidity, I'm not sorry, because I had you. And I had you near me until I did another stupid thing, and now you've stopped loving me...and I'm so cold Jason..." She cried in earnest. Maine fir apni maa ka ghar ke kaamo mein haath batana shuru kar dia…kabhi koi bartan rakhne ke bahane main unke uppar ko chadta lekin maa usi waqt vaha se peeche hat jaati kabhi main jaan bhuujkar Apni ma ke peeche khar jaata aur jab vo peeche ki aur hat ti to seedhe mere lund ke saath takraati….unki bund bahut hi badi hai iske karan jab unki bund mere lund se takrati to mera thoda sa lund unki bund mein ghus jaata..mera lund unhe kafi hard aur bada feel hota jis karan ab vo thoda thoda samjhne. While I might have sounded resigned, phlegmatic and unworried, I felt anything but. I could see a real prospect of history repeating itself in some way and it depressed me. Zena made no further comment on the way home, which if anything made things worse. She could have said there was little likelihood of Connie drifting away or finding someone else, but she didn’t, and so I was feeling depressed and pessimistic by the time I was seated at home with a mug of tea. My feelings were not helped by.