"Excuse me, acting like me, I mean."I shivered and wound the threadbare blanket around myself. Tears still slid down my cheeks, leaving damp spots on ...the fabric. I felt so small, so helpless as Jonathan looked down at me.No one knows you... knows me in Europe. And I think that I can keep away from Father until the plane leaves." Jonathan said. "And, by the time I return, any changes Father sees in me will just be attributed to the civilizing influences of the Swiss." And who knows;" Jonathan. Then we parted and told her to freshen up. I went to other bathroom and freshened , wore a dhothi and came out .I kept one of my long shirt for her and told to wear that after bath along with panty .I then switched on my lcd, put a collection of my personal porn videos , made two glasses of wine ,took cake and condom and placed all these on the bedside table .i sat on the chair and began watching movie .I heard she unlocking bathroom door .But i didn’t peeped cos didn’t wanted to spoil the. Then one day he showed up at the house with a broken arm. ‘Fuck you, Jerry! Fuck you!’ I peeked out from behind a corner as my mother screamed at him in the kitchen. The glow, gone. Mr. Berkowitz spoke closer to a whisper, his voice full of regret, ‘I’m sorry, Ann. My family…’ ‘What about mine, Jerry?! What about Michael’s?!’ Mr. Berkowitz had to avert his eyes as she stopped and glared, acerbic and malicious. A glare that could cut down the strongest of men and the weak jeweler was no match. . I took my go pro and set it up facing his building. I was able to see his wife walk out the front door and I had my target. I was meeting up with him once a day for 3 days before I was able to see my opportunity to get in his home and meet the wife. She oddly enough pulled into there carport while I was having a cigarette and she had a pile grocery bags. I simply offered to help her and I grabbed a bunch of bags and we headed in. I started sharing that I had just moved in and she was very.