After that day, I stayed away from her. I did not know whether she had spoken to my mom or not. But my mom had not confronted me about this. So, I rel...xed. I still kept fantasising about Prema but never approached her.Meanwhile, my Dad had bought a new house in Bandra (we were at that time living in Chembur). This house was being built. I too had given my 12th exams and was enjoying my vacations. During my vacations, I was at home and could see Prema both in the mornings and the afternoons. It. I like the retro look." Thanks. I think it is clean and bright, without being sterile with someof the current minimalist styles." Tiffany paused before continuing. "Youdidn't come here just to admire my d?cor, did you?" No; I came here for you!" 'Good. I'm yours for the day!" Tiffany replied gleefully. "I understandif being with a tgurl is difficult for you; I'll help you as best I can."She crossed and uncrossed her legs several times whilst she was talking,and noticed that I was interested in. I smiled, wrapping an arm around her middle and pulling our hips together, “What’s the point in taking a shower now when you’re just going to get all dirty again?” I, unlike Kara, was more self-conscious about what I said in public so I spoke in a low voice. She grinned, pleased by the thought of getting ‘dirty’. “Because, I like smelling good.” I stopped her and gave her an incredulous look, “Are you serious?” She pursed her lips in an effort not to smile, but couldn’t hold it, “Shut. It must have been a full two minutes before I could muster the courage to swallow let alone speak. My mother spoke first. “Son come over here and s’rub my feeeeeet and we can talk about what s’you are going to do so that I don’t tell s’your father or s’your sister about what s’you have been doing.” What choice did I have? I was caught and this was a lifeline in which I could be saved. “Sure mom anything. Please don’t tell dad.” I begged. “I want s’you to start rubbing my feet.” She.