" Yeah, but she doesn't have to push us out of her life all the time, Dad." She's not. She needs to plan for the future, Harry." Well like Georgie sai...d, she wouldn't have to if she hadn't pushed you out first. She's changed. It's all about her, Dad. Everything." It was Harry's turn to come close to tears."I really can't stop her son. The house became her property in the divorce. She can sell it if she wants." Then you could buy it." I'm not sure I could afford it, Harry. You know I've been. Talk and the C.O. gets up and walks over to a cleaning supply closet just around the corner from his desk, and unlocks the door. Then he walks back to his desk & sits down to read a newspaper. The pimp walks his sissy to the cleaning closet and turns on the light. The sissy is carrying a tub of Vaseline. He sets the Vaseline on a shelf and moves a couple of mop buckets toward the rear of the closet. Then he unwraps the towel and folds it in half and lays it on the concrete floor. A closer look. Kenny wasn’t handsome, he wasn’t smart, he wasn’t funny, he wasn’t tall. He stood just 5’5’’, thin, inheriting his grandfather’s sandy hair, and his mother’s pale blue eyes - just another plain person. At 18, he should be living in his prime. After all, he recently graduated from high school and would be attending college in a few months. Instead, he was lazing about the house and ready to suffer through another long night of superficial conversation. His parents’ friends never brought their. “Hhhaaa saandyyy balaa aaajuunn kitii aanii kai kaiii karahiill miii aardhii meliii tyachaa asaa kurtyaaanee.. Aaai gaaa nakko naaa aasaa karusss.. Plsss aaig.” Asaa mhant kaku apli maan ikde tikade firvat hotya ni mazaa lutat hotya..Mi ataa kakunchyaa parkarchi nadi sodli tasaa parkar kakunchya paya kali aala ni mal kakumchaa khajeena disla.. Kaku aata maza samor purn pane nagdya hotya tyanchi sharir yasti atiahy mast hoti.. Tyanchi mandi agdi bharleli hoti tya muke tyanchi pucchi hi zakun.