”“Usually, what you do is make a list.”The k**s eyes lit up, like I’d just explained the theory of relativity to him.“Good idea,” he said,... scrounging in the cab for a pen and an old invoice copy.I spoke the items while he wrote – as he periodically interjected stupid shit, but what was I gonna do, say ‘no’ to Pop Tarts?“Oh – and Kool Aid. I like Kool Aid.”“Fucking Millennials,” I thought to myself, as we drove into the Hyvee.That night, Burt texted me. We hadn’t talked much. I figured distance. They worked on vocabulary and on something that confounded him—irregular verbs. English didn’t have them, he was quite sure of that. It had not occurred to him, a native speaker, that English was in fact filled with irregular verbs. In comparison with their French equivalents English verbs followed patterns that were extremely difficult to predict and to learn.He watched her lips move as she pronounced the verbs and conjugated them and found his own lips moving at the same time. When it was his. Her pigtailed hair was now just ragged bunches. Her stockings were on as were her shoes. The seams were all wonky and rips and stains could be seen on them in the light of the lamppost they were fucking my wife under."This is the slag's husband," I was introduced to the men as. They kept fucking her."Great fucking ride mate," the one banging her said to me as he pumped away at her, pulling her arse closer.She muffled a 'hello love' to me in between sucking hard on the guy in front of her.Her. The story is narrated by 25-year-old, Gautham.Happy Reading! My 75-year-old grandfather, Diwakar, was the cruelest and most dominating person I had seen my whole life. He was a true womanizer when he was young, and married late. But, now he would go to any means to have his way with a woman.He was rich, powerful and nobody dared to stand against him. He still looked very pleasing, yet had an overpowering personality. Such was the control he had in the family, his sons – my dad and uncle, were.