“Don’t look at my granddaughter like that!”, she furiously yelled at the truck driver.To this reaction, the truck driver just covered his eyes w...th his hand.The grandma became even more angry and said, “Now you just forget you’ve seen her, mister!”“Um, I’ll try. You three just squeeze in here next to me..”, the truck driver replied peeking through his fingers.“You’ll just have to drive with your eyes closed. I’ll tell you whether to steer left or right”, added the grandma.Annoyed by the old. Or,in this case, something fairly large. But why on earth did you go outfor cheerleading in the first place?" I thought I wanted to try it. But I didn't like it. So... I quit." And where did you go yesterday and today? You were with Lena where?" At Gina's. We kinda have this band now and we've been writing songs."Mrs. Komori was still peering at me very intently. She reminded me somuch of Emily; they had the same facial expressions sometimes. She said,"Well, you need to tell Lena to be. You traveled the world with me to places generally rough.You kept me company in ole' Douchebagistan,as I charged you with solar cells and cooled you down with fans.Or hooked you up to the laptop in Iraq,or the time I left you during that fucking mortar attack.I've had you in shitholes where things weren't so nice.Or when we partied in Dubai with women, drinks and ice.We froze together out on the Khyber Pass,as you kept entertaining my frostbitten ass.Or the time we drove with the diplomat from. By being a first lady of the village she perfectly lived up to the expectation. I was very proud of her for obvious reasons. But strangely I started enjoying her motherly touch and kiss in a different manner from my high school days itself.As my school days are over I realized that I am in love with my mother. Gradually I started fascinating her and experienced ultimate satisfaction in doing so. Whenever she used to bring me a glass full of milk, I imagined how wonderful it would be if she.