"Mr. Nair, Just look out through that window - Down there on the Parry's street, don't to you see many hawkers busily engaged in selling their wares?. They are handling various types of people - customers, facing constant threats from the Corporation officials, police men and notorious goondas - Every one of them mercilessly fleecing them. Still they pursue their business, overcoming all that and make a hefty profit, may be more than what I and you earn. Who protects them? Here, in the bank you have all protection from law, Government Agencies etc. and all infra structural facilities are provided by the management, while they have nothing except their will and determination to succeed. Still you consider it difficult to manage bank's business from a very comfortable air conditioned room. What does it show? Lack of willpower? Negativity? Motivation? I wouldn't want to accuse you of such bad traits."Dialects of Hunger and kindness appear to be the same all over the world. Both the boy and the Mami understood it though not literally"You know that it doesn't take a big cobra to kill you. Even if its kid bites you, you are finished. The size and age does not matter much"Both started eating the dinner silently. Half way through it, Balu noticed a strange luster appearing in the round black eyes of Thankamma as she started gazing at him non-stop for a while. Her forehead decked by a few strands of curly hairs seemed to be sweating and the heavy bosom started quivering heavily along with the curved shoulders. Her nostrils seemed to inhale the lavishness of his musky odor. Then she suddenly stopped eating and started playing with the spoon on the plate. The woman queefed quite loud and the moans slowly ended. She slumped over the shoulders of the old man. He had already withdrawn his face, dripping with her juices and was looking for something else.The cute pussy did not emit the usual combined stench of piss, vaginal ooze, and fart - that awful smell of rotten fish- which, in any case was surprisingly non repulsive for a man in intense desire. Instead, her clean mound smelled of aftershave lotion which was very refreshing"Bhavani Chechi, Please do not be angry or think that I am taking advantage of your sad plight. This is a world of give and take. I am prepared to risk my life by going in search of your husband in the dead of night through the dangerous forests. Nothing is more precious to a man than his life. What I sought for from you is nothing compared to what I am risking for your sake. "Do you consider it a sin to make love? - A sexual relationship between two adults? It is not a crime even under Indian Penal code. Then, may I ask you something? Don't you consider taking huge bribes a sin? Manipulating land records and cheating the Government - is it a virtue, like your pseudo chastity? I will call it stealing government's money and you have no qualms about it?""The problem is not of sin but of possessiveness. You will not worry much about a young boy bravely facing death for your cause. Same time, you want all your cherished possessions back intact, your man, your money and your own sexual integrity."She did not know what to say to the boy standing with folded hands and pleading for mercy. If she reported about him, the boy will surely go to jail. That would be the cruelest punishment she can inflict upon a student of hers for this impudence. But above everything she was a teacher. A teacher did not send boys to jail. Her job was to transform them into good human beings. Who else if not her, would forget and forgive mistakes of boys?