‘You don’t understand yet. I say move and you move.’ ‘What about last night you asshole? You said you loved me.’ ‘So I did.’ ‘You lied...to me? You fucking lied to me! You waited until I was most vulnerable and you made me tell you all that then you fucking lied to me.’ She said, slowly and with great pain, ‘You motherfucker.’ She cried wounded tears as he turned a left the room. She showered morosely, occasionally looking at his razor, wondering if she could cut her wrists with a five blade. I rode my bullet through breezy, freezing weather and reached Basavanagudi at 5 in the morning. Ishwarya was waiting for me at the big bull temple. She was in her college uniform and bag.Let me describe Ishwarya, a 19-year-old tender cutie doll. She was short, around 5 ft in height, with a wheatish skin tone. Ishwarya wore a full-rim glass which gave a studious look to her. A small tiny nose and juicy lips perfectly set on her small face.She wore a dangling silver earring on her small ears. She. "Just get out, you dumb hussy." Fine, have it that way, but remember, you had the chance to end this," she made clear, keeping her eyes on me as she strolled to the door backward.She stopped at my door. "Have fun fucking my mom. She certainly is a beauty, isn't she?" Yes." She is just more attractive than me. Its that or the MILF factor. What other reason would you have to reject me and pursue her?"We kept our eyes on each other for another thirty seconds in silence before she left."Son of a. . , your young mom, actually. What do you think? You don't have to answer that!" Beautiful." I sort of gasped."That's sweet of you, Charley. Do you mind me asking? Do you ... I mean, do you ... does looking at them..." Excite me? ... Yes. More than the magazine. I hope that's OK." Well, it must be normal. I mean it wouldn't be normal if a young man weren't excited by a naked woman. But, you will understand that I need to keep them ... personal? They were for me and your father. I like it that.