Slowly both gangs became close friends and I fell in love with one of girls in that gang after many days she accepted my love. Though I have a lover, ...I was very close to all the girls and I use to propose them funnily and they know I am very nice and friendly person so they use to accept my proposal in a funny way.One day we (5-6 friends) were having a casual party in one of bakery’s in Dilsukh Nagar and to that party my girlfriend(Minne), my other friend(Sweety) and Sweety’s sister(Hottie). Yes, she had called herself that. What had I gotten myself into? The undefined Plan B might not be as bad for me as the dire consequences of failing at Plan A, but she clearly wanted to make Plan A work.I needed more information, but the intense expression on her face told me I wasn’t going to get any. Her eyes demanded an answer.Frozen, my mind on overload, I heard myself say “I am your slave, Ms. J.”She seemed to relax a little, perhaps relieved of the fear that I would have chosen to. "Not just that." he held up 6 joints and a lot of weed. "We are not going to remember tonight. Guarranteed. We each downed four beers and two joints and were out of our minds. "Shit dude...we need to do something awesome." I said, stumbling over my words and the living room furniture. "I dunno man but it better be fucking good." Jake said. We got into the car and drove to my moms home. "Mom..were drunk and don't know what to do." I said. "Umm honey getting drunk is bad and illegal at you boys'. As you may gather from my name, I had mixed parentage. My father was Turkish; my mother was an easy lay!Harsh? Perhaps considering this confession. But I do remember when I was young and at home from school, there were a succession of ‘friends’ who came to the house of an evening and left just after midnight after ‘discussing things’ with mum in her bedroom.It is because of this mixed parentage I have very blue eyes, a legacy from my Mother’s Nordic ancestry, and almost olive coloured skin.