.Mane jan buch ke kaha ke me bahr jara hu mare ko to suman ko nahate huwe dakna tha suman ne kaha thik hai or wo nahane chale gaye batatroom me jise h...i wo batroom me gaye me chup ke se ander aagaya or usko key holl se dakne laga suman ne pahale apne shree utare fir patikot or vi blouse aab wo sirf bra panty me the mare land ka to bura haal tha jab se wo mare car me bhate the fir usne apana bra panty utare or sawar ne niche nahane lage me uske badan ka har hisha safad thaOr chut me ek vi baal. With my hair done, wearing lipstick, the short skirt with nylons and short heels, my bra straps clearly evident, all traces of the boy I really was under it all had disappeared. I stood there as Jane, a 12 year old girl about to blossom into a woman. Papa was clearly shaken by the way I looked, then a grin split his face."You look wonderful Jane, simply wonderful!" I looked down at my skirt, so much leg showing, yet I felt proud I was able to make him happy. I twirled in a circle, my skirt. Doesn’t the bible itself say Lazarus was licked by dogsand wasn’t he well known as a faithful man? Well if theskin is an organ then the dogs were licking Lazarus’sorgan!”They both grinned at each other over this bit oftransparent rationality. Then Jim continued, “Didn’t God give man dominion overthe animals? Genesis held no limitations for humandominion over the animals. Humans hunt and kill animalsmerely for pleasure, raise, milk them, butcher them andtheir. His fleece-lined bibs and flannel would keep him warm enough on the ride home – if not pleasantly so.She picked up her purse once she had her coat on, took one last, nervous look at him, and opened the door.Jared held out his coat as he saw her shivering in the wind. “Put that on, Miss Winter.”She took it eagerly as she turned to face away from the biting wind. It reached nearly to the back of her knees and hung on her petite frame as if she was little more than a coat hanger, but it would keep.