What were you going to do for the funeral tomorrow? Let me go dressed in sweats? That's the only thing I've got that fits any more. Or maybe you'd ...let me skip saying good-bye? 'Cause I sure wouldn't have thought of this." That's why she shouldn't have done this." That's why she should've. Mary, right now, I desperately need all the friends I can get. Not friends who will pay lip service to the word, but friends who will tell me what I need to hear, even if it's something I don't want to. “I can create several personas and alternate between them. Heavy garish makeup, some gum, and a revealing slutty dress would make me look like a stripper or call girl. A heavy application of makeup in the wrong color scheme, unkempt hair, and a plain everyday outfit and I’m an unsophisticated, downtrodden housewife who doesn’t care about her appearance. The right makeup properly applied, a nice hairstyle, and a power suit would make me a sophisticated businesswoman. I doubt people will link the. Whereas I worked out and took care of myself so that even though I’m past forty, I looked better than most of the dads there. Plus, I had the suit on and most of these dads wore outfits that seemed to magnify their dad-bods.After some speeches about Grandma’s House of Hope (a really great group doing things for at-risk families), we finally got down to the dancing. The first few songs were fast and danceable so both of my “daughters” danced with me. A few other dads had both their girls with. “Hahaha. Riya’s Mom also must be feeling same about Rahul. But Vijay fucks real great. Mom” Prema gushed happily.“He is fucking you also? Where do you get the chance? At Riya’s house?” Sujata asked.“No. Mom, he fucks her on college terrace” Rohit told coolly.Sujata was shocked. It took her few minutes to recover.“On terrace? In full public view?” she asked horrified.“No, Mom. We have 3 water tanks on terrace. We fuck behind those tanks. We leave our books, bags or a friend to warn that the.