My little Johnny did it."Jan and the other fans were jumping up and down excitedly, as finallyJohnny came running over after a few minutes with a ball...."I got the game ball, mom," said Johnny as his mother hugged and kissedhim. "I did it. I hit a homerun to win the game." Homerun?" mumbled Peyton. "Wasn't that a bunt, with like 3 errors?" No, that's a home run. I'll teach you baseball, Peyton," said Johnny,stunning Peyton as he kissed him right on the lips and then hugged him."Mom, she's my good. It was justa matter of taste for each individual person. One thing struck me thoughwas how different "white culture" was to this. As a white guy, I wouldhave been stuck with just a shirt and slacks. As a black girl, I had acomplete range of freedom to change it up and look as slutty, sexy, orsophisticated as I wanted. In my mind I was already planning what I'd bewearing on my next visits back !!The dancing was also really good. There were a lot of couples out therewho knew a lot of moves,. I was wondering if you two could show me and do it with me. Uhh, I want to know if that is something I want to do on a continuing basis.”“Oh, Wow! Uhh, yeah, actually I have kind of wanted to. You’re so cute and ... And so has Karen for that matter. We’ve occasionally warmed ourselves up by talking about being with you. I can talk to Karen tomorrow and set something up for this weekend. OK?”“No, I mean tonight. Now. Call her up and get her here right now. Tell her to bring her things for. I was again saddened since I did not find a trace of maami and time was also running fast.While walking to the chatra (lunch hall), a small hand on my head, made me turn and I saw her baby boy sitting on her mom’s hips laughing at me. I instantly felt delighted and lively seeing the cute boy as well as the hot sparkling maami. She was wearing a green silk saree with free falling hairs. I looked at her eyes, raised my eyebrows to which she smiled.I excused myself for a moment from my colleagues.