”“Good luck in the race.”“Thanks.”Jim drove down the road until he reached a civil war canon that was guarding the entrance to a large field...filled with cars. Looking at the gun, he said, “This must be the place.”“The parking here is rather haphazard,” Melinda commented. There were trucks and cars parked randomly around the huge field. She did notice that all of them were facing the road.“There’s the tank,” Jim said pointing to a Sherman tank parked near the center of the lot.There was a lot of. He turned around towards me and smiled, his blue eyes staring at me, his face was smooth and perfect with no blisters that the usual teenager have. He walked towards me and stretched his hand and presented himself to me. I was a little slow but I took his hand which was firm and soft, shaking it proved to be all up to him as he was strong as a bull. He was very polite something that struck me, since most of my son’s friends were mostly rude like teenagers were, but this person was not. My son. So lets start the story.I used to stay near a posh locality ,neighbors were friendly & helpful just next to my house they were suresh family 4 members his wife( nikitha) and his daughter(ramya) son (sampath)age 22.One fine day my husband had to go to his home town because one of his close friend from childhood had met with a accident ,so he asked to pack his things & I did kept it ready.He left at night& in next day one of my best friend had sent an invitation for her marriage which was the. Though it was late and I was a bit tired, I immediately slipped into ‘helpful employee’ mode (trying not to enter ‘helpful employee staring at gorgeous babe’ mode, at least not yet). Fumbling a smile, I stood up from where I’d been hunting for a pen under the table, and tried to look helpful. ‘What’s your name?’ she asked in a bright voice. Not a question I’d gotten before, and it threw me a bit. ‘Jack,’ I answered after a second. ‘What can I do for you?’ She looked down. ‘Oh, nothing,’ she.