It'd been six months since I left the house. I had not seen nor heard of Jennifer since that night. Nor as far as I knew had she made any effort to co...ntact me. I was remembering back, as I had almost nightly since, that I hadn't even eaten the pot roast she'd prepared for me that final night. Pot roast, not the sex, not the betrayals, not the disgrace, not her wonderful career choice—nothing—just the pot roast: it's all I could think about. Helluva thing.The tears had come. The anger. And most. I knew they were planning something but I didn't know what. It gave an exciting feeling. By now we were completely out of sight and our other friends could not see us anymore. The guys closed down on me. One of my friends, Mark, came very close and was standing right in front of me now and leaned forward to kiss me in my neck. I let him do and his kisses came closer towards my mouth. His lips touched mine, his hot tongue slowly pushing against my lips to come inside. I parted my lips for him. It was a moonlit and breezy night so we were on the terrace with the other cousins.She was texting someone and had held the phone strategically such that the light was washing across her exposed, and ample, cleavage.I was lying there like a dead body – staring and probably smiling, at the most beautiful sight there ever could be.“Kya dekh rahe ho (what are you looking at) ?” – my cousin asked with a naughty smile.“Jo aap dikha rahi ho, didi (that which you’ve put on display, didi)?” – my. If I ever wanted to teach at the university level, I would need a PhD; the master’s only allowed me to teach at a community college level (which I had done.) I wanted to get my doctorate in either math or computers, and I figured I should be able to do it easily, if not in another four years at my final destination, then in five.Both Mom and Hamilton were still sulking about my driving. Mom wasn’t happy that I was upsetting her carefully made plans for me to be Dad Junior, but Dad just shook.