I exited the bathroom with only a towel around my waist. My sister was in the kitchen and I pretended to fix myself a snack. I had loosely tucked... the towel into my side so I could use both hands. With a little flexing, the towel dropped from my waist just as I was turning away from the island with my hands full. Of course, I pretended to be embarrassed and set the items down as quickly as possible so I could replace the towel tomy waist. But my manhood was clearly exposed and I. “What’s up Mom”? I asked as I stashed my books on the desk beside the table.“I am getting ready for Katie’s lingerie shower,” she said as she fussed with a pink satin ribbon she was making with a little bow maker jig that she often used to make bows for gifts.I was confused and said, “what is lingerie”?“Oh sweetie, you must know that lingerie is what we call women’t undergarments,” she said as she got up from the table and left the room.I stepped closer and looked at the panty that was this. I filed that insight away under the heading of, “What I want out of a true relationship with a man”.My mother says I am too analytic and perhaps I am. But the concept of two people who fill in all of the missing pieces of the other person’s life was a real breakthrough in my own concept of what love really is.My daddy treats the gift of my mom’s love as something precious, not as his right, and he reinforces that understanding in every aspect of their relationship. That made up my mind. I am. After a minute she got up searched for her dress in darkness. After wearing her dress she slowly called for Rahul but he was not there. She came out of the room and walked to the stairs. Rahul was sitting there. Thinking what for he is sitting there she went near him. Rahul with sleepy eyes but visibly upset asked her why is she so late and it was past midnight. She was shocked and thought he was joking. His sleepy face told that he is not joking .confused she stammered the store room…you asked.