It started with some hardcore making out and wandering hands, mostly mine. She had golden blonde hair and icy blue eyes. She was 5' 7'', roughly 115 p...ounds, C breasts. She let my hands wonder. Under the powder blue sweater she wore that October evening, around the lime green bra, unsnapping it as I pass and fondling her breasts, playing with the bright pink nipples of a s*******n year old. We were spooning, myself in the place of the big spoon. A hand, my hand, slides down. It makes it's way. ”The only response I could come up with was “Thank you.”Rodrigo nodded and said, “Buenas Noches,” and left the bar.I didn’t even bother waiting for the elevator. I ran up the six flights to our room.When I came into the room, I could hear the shower going. I took in the evidence of my mother’s affair: an unmade bed and two condom wrappers in the wastebasket. I waited impatiently for mom to come out of the bathroom as I tried to catch my breath.Finally, the shower turned off. A few minutes. Of course I agreed, and I changed the channel to thecartoon network while John lit up a joint he pulledfrom his eyeglasses case. We all sat on the couch withCharlene in the middle. Taking a hit from the joint, Iunderstood why Charlene discovered a new love, the weedhad to cost well over $100 for an eighth. The flavorwas citricy, the smoke was smooth, the heart didn’trace and the high was anxiety free. At least the firsthalf hour.We cracked up at the television, drank grapefruitjuice, ate. Once I saw her in the school also but she didn’t wait to talk to me. On the 3rd day, I just wanted to give it a try and called her once. She luckily picked up the call and asked.What?Sorry, Malathi.What sorry. Do you think just because I message you at night, I’m that sort of a lady? Rascal. Don’t ever talk to me again.I’m very sorry Malathi. I couldn’t hide it from you. That’s why told it directly. But please don’t stop talking to me.I’m a mother of 2 kids and after knowing that how dare you.