Wo boli hellllooooooo. Mene pucha aap kon to unhonr bola ki me bol rahi hu Jyoti patiala se. Me bhut khush hua kyoki mujhe kafi intzar tha unki call k...a. Unhone kaha ki tu to mujhe bhul hi gya bol raha tha ki patiale jrur aayega. Mene kaha me bg hota hu study me is liye time ni hota mere pass. Fir wo boli ki kyo gf ke liye to bhut time nikal leta hoga. Mere liye nahi nikal sakta. Hum to praye hai. Mene bola aisi bat nahi hai. To wo kehne lagi kya mujhse bat krke tumhe kuch hota hai. Mene kaha. I sat down with Mom over dinner and we talked things over. She said she would move into her own place as soon as she had her finances set. For that to happen, she would have to get the divorce over with. We just settled into a routine of living together again. Mom would cook when we were both there, but she still worked 5 days a week. She was on the late shift which ended at midnight. I found after a few days, that it was actually not that big of a deal having her there. I would have the house. I was fearful that she might complain to them that I'd tried to m***** her or something, and so the following morning I went down to the mall and bought a bottle of perfume for her as a peace offering and presented it to her without any words. And that same night, as I saw her going into the kitchen to do the washing up, I was really surprised when she smiled and gave me the "I'm ready for you" look. I hadn't expected it. All I could think of for the rest of the evening was how and when I could. Madame entered the hall with a tall man. The Man did not look like the previous visitors. He was broad shouldered and had a silver beard. He did not go down the row, examining each girls hands and pinching their arms. He walked behind the line first. Each girl felt a strange chill as the man stopped behind them. Madame followed the visitor and made comments about each girl as the man walked behind the row of anxious girls. The man stepped to the front of the row and again walked slowly, looking.