Everything in my family were going well,until my 18th year until the entry of an african man of age of 27 named karim into our neighborhood just next ...to my house it is said that he came to india for studies with his friends and later they all addicted to drugs and discontinued their studies and became gundas,working for local politicians,he was 6.5feet tall with well built body.At tat time my moms age was 44.My dad business man by reply occupation was at his 50 the year.My mom used to wash. How’s that going?”“I split my time between styling hair and bartending.”“That’s definitely respectable,” I nodded. “I might have to come by sometime to get my hair done. What’s the place you work at called?”“The Freaky Llama,” she grinned, “I really love my work there.”“Yeah, I think I’ve driven by it a few times. I’ll need to go inside.”“You don’t have to,” she grabbed my hand. “I’d much rather you surprise me before our next date.”I smirked. “Awfully presumptive of you to think this early on. “Have fun at the party.” Samantha said to both Jenni and Rick.“Have fun waiting tables. Honestly Sammy, you gotta find a better gig, or at least one that has a better uniform.” Rick said as Samantha walked out of the adjoined bathroom of her room in a checkered red and white skirt and a white blouse.“It’s the only one around here with flexible hours.” Samantha said.“Yeah, flexible and you have been working nights for the past month.” Jenni said rolling her eyes.“Lay off okay, my school wasn’t. He wasn’t anything spectacular, yet somehow he made me flustered. I could banter and joke with all the other guys in the shop and office, but Mike set me on edge. I couldn’t talk to him without seeming like an idiot, and I know I blushed all the time around him. I was in the break-room of the shop, sitting at the computer getting payroll for the previous week, when the door opened and shut itself again. Most of the time when this happened it was the shop supervisor, Randy, so I rarely turned.