‘What’s the good smell?’ I said. ‘Grand dad’s frying hamburgers in the back,’ she said. ‘Would you like one?’ ‘Yes please. And a bee.... What’s the best beer you have?’ ‘Ask those two gents, I don’t drink beer.’ She went back to the kitchen with my order. ‘Say, fellas.’ The old guys looked at me. ‘What’s the best beer in this place?’ They looked at each other. ‘Beamish,’ said one. ‘I prefer Murphy’s,’ said the other. The girl returned. ‘I guess I’ll just have a Guinness please.’ ‘Right you are,’. Bhabhi gradually began asking me questions about my personal life which most of the time involved matters of my love life.I was not shy in front of her so I told her that I am in a relation with a girl who also happens to be a classmate of mine. I did not understand why was she interested in asking me all these stupid questions why doesn’t she talk to me straight forward about what she wanted from me? But women always have something running in their mind which they share with men only when the. " he broke off, "him as Papa. He is the father of the naughty schoolgirl." Who is he?" she asked."That is unimportant, and not for you to know or find out," said the Monsignor firmly, "Now prepare yourself. He will be here in two hours and you will start off by dining here with your Papa. After that you do whatever he wants."Dinner, much to her relief, was a very one-sided affair. Molly was served with her usual frugal meal, while her 'Papa' was served a comparatively sumptuous repast of onion. After work Billy went home, showered and got dressed. It had been years since he went to a high school football game, but he was looking forward to it. He met Geri in the stands. She had a big smile as he approached. She gave him a nice big hug, and as the game was being played it seemed just like he had stepped back in time. They laughed and talked, and remembered many of the things they had done as teens together. As the game ended he told her that he had really enjoyed spending time with.