I and my mother started visiting one of her best friends from childhood. She was the same age as my mom and she had a daughter around 24 year’s old ...nmarried her name was Rishma. She was not doing any job or studying at that time so she was always at home with her mom.I simply called her didi and her mother as maasi after a month or two and I came to know her better and we got comfortable with each other. Another change that I noticed was that she used to get so much happy when we went to her. “You alright now?”She nodded. “Yeah, I think so.” She squeezed her arms a little. “Thanks, Will. I’m glad you didn’t let me just dwell on things.”“I’ve spent enough time doing that to know it’s not worth it,” he said.She tilted her head up, and he kissed her. It was a testing, tentative kiss on her end, as though checking to make sure nothing had changed. But everything was just as she remembered it, and she lost track of time for a moment as she reacquainted herself with every nook and cranny. As the elevator opens, I tell him, “I’m in the lobby.” “Walk out the door, and walk towards the right hand side of the parking lot.” As I walk out the door, phone still held to my ear, I hear him inhale, ever so slightly. I wonder… can he see me, yet? My tiny high heels click softly on the pavement, and the devil in me adds a little extra swing in my step. I hear it again, though it’s barely audible… yes, that was a quiet, though sharp, intake of breath. He can see me. “Look for a black Dodge. She couldn’t possibly mean his penis size could she? She had never said a kind word to him in as long as he had known her and now she was suddenly asking how big his pecker was. All the fantasies of cheerleaders being sluts were true. -I don’t think that you need to know. What kind of question is that?- -So it’s big then. God, I knew it. If Max wants you bad enough to put herself on a leash for you then, wow!- -I’m glad you have a vivid imagination, but I’m nothing special I assure you. Believe.