Trapped In, by Amy Spencer** My first Fictionmania story! I've been reading for years, and finallydecided to put some fantasies on the page. Writing s...omething short to getsome practice, I hope you all enjoy Maine mami ko godi me utha liya aur chhat par le gaya.Tab dekha ke chhat pe jo khatiya thi uspe matrices dali hui thi.Main: varsha, tu toh badi fast nikali yaar. Mujhe nahi laga tha, tu itni jaldi maan jayegi.Mami: main toh jab tu yaha aaya tab se tere liye pagal ho gayi hoo, par main soch rahi thi ki, tu kya kahega. Par aaj main ye mauka nahi chhodana chahti.Mami: jada time na le, tera mama jag gaya toh problem ho jayegi. Jaldi se pant utar.Main toh khushi se bawla ho gaya tha. Maine meri pant. Break a leg and all that. And, Ryan?" Yeah?"Evan stepped back and put an arm around Amira. "Don't tell Dad, okay? About the courses and ... stuff?"Ryan nodded. "You got it. See you later."x-x-x-xThree days later, on a game-free Tuesday night, Brody whistled as he flipped a zucchini pancake over.Mark eyed the contents of the pan warily. "What is that?" A zucchini pancake with angel hair pasta and a few other things. It's like a frittata." Brody sprinkled some salt and pepper on it, flipped it. "What's wrong?" I queried, taking hold of her right hand. "You seem burdened, frightened, or troubled, and it can't be about me, so, spit it out. What's wrong?"She gave me her version of the look and said, "The entire White House is in a fury. The way the news covered the Rose Garden ceremony seems to have set off an internal war, between the President's inner circle and the political guys. I'm afraid that the rest of us are going to be collateral damage by the time the dust settles." Don't let.