After he was gone, I felt guilt the same as you. Now," reaching into the folder she carried in with her, she pulled out a photograph of his mother tha... Cindy Jameson gave her, "I want you to tell your mother how you feel." She said as she handed him the photo."I don't understand?" he replied as he took the picture of his mom."Play along, use the picture as a focus, tell your mom what you wanted to say. I know it sounds silly, but it helped me," Nancy said as she crossed her legs.Shrugging his. I was furious inside with chinni’s behavior. But tried not to express it as a polite host.Veni aunty asked me to sit with both of them. She patted me on my head lovingly and Told me not to take things so seriously in life. I found her more like a friend than just another aunty. Now I’d rather address her as just veni, and not veni aunty.A little later my mother also joined us after she finished all the winding up in kitchen. As usual the females enjoyed their daily gossip session for about an. They all giggled and laughed, and as I walked down the corridor, and I wondered what she had said to them.I sort of knew now that I wasn’t going to offend her, my dilemma was how far to take this, my imagination was full of thoughts of revealing myself to her, what would she do? I never got further than that, but always my mind was full of her laughing face and eyes and her giggle.The next time I would have stayed in bed with her in the room I had to meet with my tutorial group, so it was a. ‘Can I call you a cab?’ ‘No, I’ll be fine. Thank you.’ With that, Fay suddenly dazzled him with her sweetest, brightest smile, somewhat out of place amidst the smudged make-up and dishevelled appearance, turned on her heel, unlocked the door and walked out of his shop. Dusk was setting in as Fay walked home. With her face down and her skirt straightened the only obvious signs of her afternoon were the damp, pee stains down both her over-the-knee socks, but she walked quickly and uneventfully.