Aunty: Haan par mujh jaisi 43 saal ki aurat ko woh 19 saal ki ladki kya batayegi.Main sochne laga 43? Meri ma 42 ki hai aur maine use apni girlfriend ...e tarah chodta hun.Ye soch main bola: Are aunty aap pagal ho kya jo aise sochti ho? Umar to bas ek number hai. Warna aapko dekh ke thodi koi kahega ki aap 43 ki ho.Aunty: Hahaha! Achcha bolte ho par sach to wahi hai na.Main: Nahi sach ye hai ki aapko dekh ke to aap 34-35 ki lagti ho bas, usse zyada nahi.Aunty ke muh pe ek sharam aa rahi thi aur. T. told him Leira was Julia’s sister, but he’d fought off that particular urge. There was no way he didn’t flinch or cringe, he thought, but he’d recovered pretty quickly, at least physically. He stood there for at least a minute, probably more, with five sets of eyes glued to him, waiting for a response. Finally, he’d given them one. ‘That’s great,’ he’d said, not really sure what he was going to say even as he opened his mouth. ‘Please, excuse me for a minute.’ He’d turned around and began a. Breathed deeply. Stretched my aching limbs. I clutched the key once more. Sweaty fingers slipped. I dried them on my skirts and tried again. One more full turn. A half. A quarter. There. Ready. I staggered back, exhausted by the effort, excited yet daunted by the task ahead. Though naturally apprehensive, I was ready; for this moment I had waited my whole life. Sitting astride the saddle, I pulled up my skirts then hooked my feet into the swinging stirrups. A moment's adjustment and I achieved. Depends on what gramma gives me this year: clothes or money."Dad laughed at that. "Sounds good," he said. "If you want, I'll go with you car shopping." Dad was a big guy, over six feet tall and wide. He'd been a linebacker in high school. He'd gotten a shoulder injury in his senior year, but he always shrugs it off and says he never had hopes for college ball. But he was a big, intimidating guy. I was sure he'd put the scare into Amy's future boyfriends."I'd like that, Dad," I said. We spent a.