. See what I did there.My dad was a John W. Barriger III, or a William Deramus for his industry, no not railroads. As a result we moved from town to t...wn dad’s last success story to dad’s next success story. From Kindergarten to graduation I went to 14 different schools growing up, the longest for two full years and a semester. I graduated at nineteen, a full year late because of the many “vacations” from school I took moving around. I might have been my classes Valedictorian at two different. She told me that she was a house wife. Basically she from Mysore, her husband, Vishwanathan, was a garment exporter and lived in Indra Nagar in Bangalore. She had married 8 years ago. She had come for some purchase. We talked a lot and became quite close. Suddenly we realized it was over 8.30 and she had to leave. She invited me to her house the next day for Lunch which I refused saying that I would come to her house during my next visit. We exchanged our mobile numbers. She was leaving by Auto. He pushed that thought away…“I, I.. I am straight,” Leigh finally said.“You don’t seem so sure about that.”Leigh blushed and signalled the bartender for another beer. He quickly threw down the back of his throat and ordered another.“Woah, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say I’m making you nervous.” The stranger declared.“Shut up, mate,” Leigh replied, emphasizing the word ‘mate’.The stranger laughed and turned back to his own drink.“I’m Leigh. What’s your name anyways?”“My name is Joe. And I. She is such a witch! I am to be their napkin. Well, humiliating as it is, at least I'll get a little nourishment out of it now instead of having to wait to lick their plates when they're done.I lick the salad dressing off her chin, then turn to Lance and do the same, then Mom, and so on. On the third time around the table Elaine turns her head just as I take my swipe at her cheek, and I hit her lips and the tip of her tongue instead. I taste Chablis and salad dressing, and sex.Lucky dog me..