We found ourselves driving through one of the older parts of town. The street we were on was lined with large older houses similar to my own. All were... masonry, either stone or brick. Many had been restored, others were crumbling, all were impressive. Karen was enthralled."I just love these old houses. Wouldn't it be great to see inside of them." I think that could be arranged." Really?" Yes, I know someone here."I parked in front of a three story stone house on a corner lot. It was just sunset. ” my mother whispered as she slid down to the floor and pulled her legs up to her chest, blocking any view of all but the sides of her breasts.“I shouldn’t want my son to find me attractive. I shouldn’t want him to be sexually excited by my body, and I shouldn’t like it when he is.”“The worse thing, even with the guilt I feel right now, is I still want him to be attracted to me in that way. My feelings for him are not suitable for how a mother should feel about her son.”“He just reminds me so. What was I doing? What was I thinking about? I was engaged and whatever hold Perry had over me, it didn't extend so far as he imagined. Blackmail was one thing and there was little I could do about that, but he'd have to understand that there were limits to what he could have.I'd call Perry and I looked at his business card, and his home number was on the back, his celphone too. He'd be at work now though and so it was the front of the card I was staring at. I'd call him at the office, like it. Thodaraga mee moddalanu dinchi aa thaapam challarchandi annadi navvuthu. Murthy amma sallanu pisukuthu memu anduke kada vachindi lanjaa ani amma mukkunu chacholete la chapparinchasaagadu. Amma murthy moddanu tholu venakku laagi sulli kanda meeda kiss chesi notlo pettukuni cheekasaagindi Babakhan amma pirralanu vedalpu chesi muddi meeda muddulu peduthunnadu. Murty, babakhan moddalu vooguthunnaai. Babakhan na mukku pattukuni pinduthu Chempalu vayagottasagaadu. Murthy ma dad mukku melibetti.