" Good choice," she grinned back. "I think I need to lend Jared to you this afternoon." I just looked at her. "He's your favorite bed partner, right? ...Then he's the best thing you'd be giving up. It might help you make your decision." Partially, it might at that. Not completely, because of the variety thing. But, yeah, it couldn't hurt," I admitted."I'll set it up."Lunch ended then, and we went to bio. The rest of the afternoon went as usual, and, after school, I found Jared waiting for me.. Not even a flat monotone of denial. Just her usual tone, as if she'd been talking about grocery shopping."Maybe you ought to come home..." What a goddamn strange thing to say.He arrived home early the next morning, worn out with the all-night flight, jet-lag, and grief. Wearily, James shuffled up the front steps, suitcase hanging loosely on limp fingers and pressed the doorbell. He didn't have the energy to try the door.As he stood there, James could have sworn that he heard a dull, throbbing. They were living very happily. But one thing which used to baffle me was that whenever me and my Chachi use to be alone she used to tease me by showing off hers legs or the cleavage of her boobs. Sometimes she used to touch my private property or used to scratch her pussy in front of me. She purposely used to slip the pallu of her saree and used to keep 2-3 buttons of her blouse open so whenever I used to be around her she would show off her boobs to me. She even watched sex scenes in front of. ’ ‘I couldn’t. Amanda knows me too well. I told her to come to me if she wants to discuss the words that she’s heard.’ ‘Brian, that’s not the way to handle this. You need to sit her down and tell her about the birds and bees. Do you want me to do it?’ ‘When?’ I asked. She was making the ‘talk’ with Amanda sound like it needed urgent attention. ‘I was thinking of coming to see you next month…that is…if you want me? There’s a spring break around the fifteenth.’ ‘Of course I want you,’ I answered,.