Didi ke vidhwa hone ke baad uske ghar mein koi nahin raha kion ki uska koi bacha nahin tha. Vo apna ghar bech kar hamare sath rehne aa gayi. Kuchh din...o ke baad usne apna sara saman le kar apne kamre mein rakh diya. Maine kai baar Mama ji ko Didi ke kamre ke aas paas mandrate huye dekha. Ghar mein aksar didi khule kapre jaise pajama kurta, ya fir skirt pehnti thee aur usne padne ke liye kafi kitaben rakhi hui thee. Ek dinmaine puchh liya,” Didi kaun see kitaben padti rehti ho to usne kaha.hiya. Hannah got dressed and I switched the TV off. I was now approaching my orgasm and ground my cunt against Anne's mouth as I came.I slept before showering and getting dressed for dinner. My mother had brought in a dress which I was to wear without underwear. It was a short red backless number with a plunging neckline. It had a slit to the hip on one side. As I headed downstairs I met Anne who was dressed identically as me.We gathered on the veranda before dinner. The men where dressed in polos. Have I failed to mention which body parts they cut off? It doesn't matter anyway now, because at some point, the malignancy became inoperable, and I died. This is not the story of how I died, but how I survived after I died.Therefore, my story begins at the beginning, on my deathbed. How can I describe how it felt to die of cancer? I won't try, but I will to say that no painkiller was worth a damn as I lay there in my hospital bed waiting for the end, while the carcinomas were gnawing their way. He had become her lover and husband. She reminissed about the first time she saw him as a person who was more than an older man. He had come to her bedside with her father after he had heard that she had some evidence that might show corruption and murder in their town. He had heard some of the story and she had broken down and cried.He had bent over and tenderly caressed her cheek. There were tears in his eyes too.“I can’t stand to see you cry Nancy. You are so beautiful and I hate to see.