I find joy in that. “I am happy. I’m happier than I deserve to be, baby. I know the stories about single girls raising kids. Hell, I CAUSED one, a...nd you still turned into somebody I can be proud of. How’s Bert taking it?”“Proud as a peacock. His words. I married a bright young engineer. We will not starve.”Dad snorted. “Not with that trust fund I set up for you. I guess I need to call my accountant and set up another for a grandbaby.”I’m picturing Evan Sevinsky – Grandfather. Better yet, I’m. "Where are we eating tonight? Are we going to try that place the bell hop suggested?"Damn, when was the last time I was eaten?"Sure, that sounds good," I said instead to the double paned glass in front of me.Stepping away from the window with a silent sigh, I changed my shoes and headed to the food court with a hungry group of people in tow. After a good meal and some reminiscing of childhood stories at the expense of others, we decided to call it a night. As we retired to our respectful. In the previous two parts, I had explained how my brother-in-law and his friends Vimal and Ramesh had sucked milk from me. In this part, I’m going to narrate the actions that took place later.After that weird Saturday night, it was hard for me to sleep. The next day both me and Ramesh acted as though nothing happened the previous night. And at night they left.Days passed by and I completely forgot about that incident. One day I left my baby boy with the neighbors and went out shopping. I was. I worked on my weekly creative writing assignment and then proofread the rough draft of the short story. I made all the corrections I could and then printed it out for Vicky to read.I took a break and did a couple loads of laundry and read my textbooks to keep ahead of the professors. I folded the laundry and had it put away when Vicky came over, ready for bed."Someone's been neglecting his boyfriend duties," she said as she pushed me back onto the bed."Well, I had better take care of them.