At least it had the classes I wanted and the emperor’s grant paid for everything. My father was silent but accepted my choice. Mother was different,... I was the first of her children leaving not just the area but the planet. She clung to me and cried about losing her baby. I was sixteen and shouldered the two homemade duffles when I left.I managed to catch several rides that got me to the port. From there I found tickets waiting. I slept in the port for two days before taking a shuttle up to a. We had not spoken a word till then and after running my hands over her body for some time, I leaned across and kissed the nape of her neck, and was able to whisper to her, in English “shall we get down at the next stop?” She once more turned back and looked at me carefully for some time and gave a short nod. We got down in a place called Tarikere on the way to Shimoga and went to a lodge. Tarikere is a place where you get down going to Chickmagalur and other places and there is always a. "She would think I was total freak!" "Get rid of it then," Mum told me. "How?" "You know how. Masturbate. Sorry, honey, gotta go, speak soon. Have fun." The line went dead. Great, just great, I thought sarcastically. I glanced down and saw that I still had a hard on. I walked back to my bed and noticed a wet patch on the mattress. I remembered boys get wet patches when they have a sexual dream called 'wet dreams'. I sat on the edge of the bed and pulled up my nightie and stared at my huge cock. Amelia’s only complaint was she’d occasionally miss singing classes because they were a bit forgetful when they’d drink. It was one such occasion that saw the deepening of our friendship. A Saturday morning.The ringing of the front doorbell, a melodious chime from tubular bells, caught me off guard. It was exceedingly rare for anyone to visit me, aside from FedEx, or UPS, that is. Opening the wide front door, I found Amelia standing and looking at me. She seemed different. It took me a moment.