Jerks! Can't write a grocery list and suddenly they'recritics. Those that can't do are always the greatest experts! C'montough guys, take a trip in... the writers-pit and just try and write a realstory then have the balls to put a name on it and actually post it.Ain't so easy is it.Oh, did I mention that in real life I have a literary agent? Hummm? Andthat I'm published hummm? And that I have been a working novelist andprofessional screenwriter who's been read by every major in. After returning home I was nothing to do and mom was busy checking answer paper. I was hungry ,I asked my mom if lunch was ready on hearing this she said sorry son I have not cooked today and we will eat at pooja aunt’s house.mom called pooja aunty and said we are coming over for lunch. On reaching pooja aunty was drying her hair. She was wearing a saree and had tied a towel on her head to dry her hair. Water was dripping from her hair, her blouse a was wet on the side and cling to her skin,. Amy again spoke up after clearing her voice " doctor without my bra on."I timidly agreed and reached around her back to unclasp the huge boulder holder while holding onto my thoughts of what would happen if mom saw the two of us like this. There were 7 clasps undone and the bra still didn't unfasten. I had some girlfriends who had maybe 4 clasps but never this many. Fearing I had lost my touch, I looked up at my sister waiting patiently for help. Amy just smiled and said, "silly you almost had. At first I suggested that the trip be canceled but Melissa looked so disappointed that her mom insisted we go without her. Melissa loved the trip and we actually bought her a new sleeping bag on her sixteenth birthday. -------------------------------- So there I was, putting the tent up... It was a four person tent so that the three of us could be comfortable in the same tent. Me and Sarah (my wife) generally slept on one side while Melissa had the other side to herself. This year Melissa and I.