I watched it almost every day.1 month ago it was my mama’s (my mother’s brother) wedding. He lived in Nagpur. All my family members went there and...I was alone at home for 1 whole week. I didn’t go because I had some important lectures in my classes. While going my parents told my neighboring aunty to take care of me and she was going to make food for me. Flashback – I have a very huge crush on her and always wanted to fuck her but never dared to say it to her. She was one of my mom’s best. This didn’t strike him as odd until he stepped up to the toilet and started relieving himself.“Who the fuck is cooking?” he asked, turning towards the door as if the cook was right next to him. The sound of urine hitting the wall and floor refocused him.After cursing himself for making a mess, and then cursing some more while he cleaned it up, Mike went back to his room to throw on a pair of jeans so he could greet the mystery chef in his kitchen.“HEY! Who the Hell is in my God-damned kitchen?. This all agreed in some posh pub with people finding our conversation rather offensive . So when evening came she drove over to mine and brought a bottle of wine with her. We worked into things slowly almost like a proper date really and she asked me to show her my room so I walked her upstairs and we sat there for good half an hour supping wine and the drink doing its job , she said I feel drunk and started kissing me , I said I actually like you which she said no that's not our deal . Anyway. “I have no one else to give it too. I certainly don’t want it to go to that bitch, my son married.”Back at the Gate Cottage Mrs Mac wrapped the jewellery case for him and returned his package, also colourfully wrapped. He kissed her cheek and wished her a merry Christmas as he left.Back at home he noticed a number of presents already under the tree, which sparkled with the decorations and lights which Terry had arranged on it. He placed his load of presents under it with the others. Terry was.