“I hear once Protima’s mother says your father is really good,” said Ajmira. “Promila aunty often praised his driving.”
“Well, in that case, I better get in line, too,” said Gurpreet with a naughty grin….. and then looking at her husband’s eyes, she continued. “If you don’t mind dear, I could even use his hands all over my body….. what do you think, dear!”
“You know, I would gladly accept that…. if Ajmira is OK with that,” Jaspal laughed.
“Oh Jasbhai, please hold your tongue…. he is my father,” Ajmira protested mildly.
“So what Ajmira, you know he is without a woman for a long time….. he has needs also. I once see him hugging Promila aunty.”
“OK…. I agree with you….. but now leave the matter. I want to focus on my marriage.” Ajmira replied.
“Right you’re….. So tomorrow morning we’re going to the marketing as the marriage isn’t far away,” said Gurpreet, eyeing Abdul. “I think you could accompany us.”
“That sounds good, Preet and I think Abdul has no problem,” said his mother.
“But Ammi, I want to focus my attention in the Hindi paper tomorrow morning, so I’ll be in my room….. from now I don’t waste a moment,” said Abdul, looking forward to get a better look at his Headmistress Aunty.
“Sounds good!” Jaspal supported him. “I hope you would succeed in your goal.”
“But I’ll loose the company of a cute boy….. and also miss a lot more of him, too,” said Gurpreet, laughing.
“What do you mean by ‘a lot more him’…. is it his joy-stick?” Jaspal laughed…. eyeing at Abdul’s crotch where a big swollen bulge was already formed.
Ajmira partially turned and gave Gurpreet and her husband a disapproving look. Why was the repartee bothering her so much, she wondered? She knew her childless Punjabi friend had always been this way….. and it was harmless. But why would it upset her now? Was she jealous that Gurpreet was paying so much attention to her son?
She resolved to enjoy herself this week by buying so many items with her two friends and not dwell on such taboo thoughts. Her son was no doubt mature for his age, had a good head on his shoulders, and would keep things in perspective. She was still wrestling with her thoughts when her father pulled his car into the driveway.
“OK ladies, I think you’ve enough talk,” said Aslam, entering the living room. “Now we should have some refreshment…. I’m feeling really hungry.”
That evening, after the Punjabi couple was settled into Ajmira’s one of rooms, they gathered for some drinks too, while Abdul went to his own room after taking some breads and chiken. The three adults talked and drank and laughed, and as the evening progressed, the conversation turned to sex again.
“So, Ajmira, does your son have a girlfriend these days?” said Gurpreet, sipping her fourth drink. “I’ll bet he has to fight them off with a stick!”
“Including you, huh?” said Ajmira, laughing. “I saw the way you were looking at him, Preet, you shameless hussy. But to answer your question, he’s dated my fiance’s daughter Maria alias Mahima. You know she is already engaged with Protima’s son Pobitro…. so, I don’t think he’s serious about anyone.”