If anything, they’re worse. They’re rude, overly dramatic, think their shit don’t stink and are prone to violence. And they’re all about the p...aper. Couldn’t care less about anything else. That’s life in Brockton for you. Half the guys I knew at Brockton Technical High School are dead, in jail, or working three jobs to support the brats they had with more women than they’ve got fingers on each hand. Half the chicks I knew in high school have gone from loud and upbeat pretty gals to sullen women. After that I returned to Mumbai and now I was calling her every day, she told me that divorce case has filed and in six months she will get it , and she has got one job also.And six months passed, we were talking every day and night in all these six months and this time I started feeling that this is not just friendship between us for all these years it was something else. And know I realised that I love Arti from the beginning but we both were unaware of this feeling and I stared thinking how. Okay, I mean, sure. Why not?” and he was struggling to not seem too excited about it.And Lucy said “Yay!” and clapped her hands even and then she grabbed his hand and pulled him with her and they went to the bedroom and Cait and I looked at each other and weren't really sure if we were supposed to go after them yet but then after just a few seconds we both shrugged and emptied our glasses and then we did. And Lucy was already undressing and when we walked in she only had her socks on and she. Ok aunty please don’t be angry. I am coming in these clothes on. My heart was bouncing what this lady is going to do with me. With doubtful thought & sadness.I went to her house. It was really humiliating waking from my house to her house in the lane. What will happen panties were too tight that anybody saw the panty lines. I rang the bell then aunty opened the door said u sissy boy come inside. I said nothing & went inside we sat on sofa. Why were you wearing these clothes underneath I did not.