“Wants you, us, to know how he is feeling without him actually using words to tell you, us.” She stared crying, something she’d been doing a lot... of.“Yes, I guess so,” she said. “So, are we still going to be keeping to our plan to try and visit him even though he’s taken us off the visitor list?”“Yes, I think it’s the only tool we have in our tool box,” he said. She was nodding.Then It was January 1990, more than eight more years had passed, and they had tried to visit me just like before, but I. "She smiled up at me when I continued my rapid thrusts. Completely focused on my own pleasure I think we were both surprised that she had a mini-orgasm when I came."Julie's going to owe me big time..." She sighed as we slowly recovered."What?" I said you are amazing."She somehow managed to stretch beneath me. I didn't want to pull away, but we really were late. Even through the steamed windows I could see that it was already growing dark.I frantically rearranged my clothes then got us back on. It was my mom! I was sure of it. Her face looked worn and vacant and there were a few extra wrinkles around her eyes, but it was definitely her. She was sitting on a red settee with her long, shapely legs crossed at the knees, wearing a see-through negligee. The caption below the pictures read Indian aunty but the rest of the words were in a foreign language I couldn’t read. Felt excited and confused; I didn’t know whether to jump for joy and inform my dad or wait and see until I found out. He stepped up to me and said nothing. We went to the edge of the floor and moved and ground against each other with the rest of the crowd. No at a word was said. The dancing was just a formality. As I turned, undulating my body, I caught sight of my friend Taffy a little further on the floor. At that moment the nameless techno electronica gave way to t.A.T.u.’s ‘Malchik Gay’, which happens to be her favorite song. She sees me and that I am with someone and gives a high sign. Taffy has.