..No!" a voice calls out, "You're almost there! Please..."Your being tingles in response to the pleasant sound. The echo of the voice beckons you, but... as you try to follow, you feel something pulling you and chilling your back."..."Your fingers twitch on the cold, rough surface. Instinctively, you know it is stone, but you have no idea how you learned that."Ehm..." Another failure, I presume?" I... She looks different. I can't tell."Someone is talking close by. You understand their words, even. Since my salonoutfit was blue it looked bad that I had pink highlights so she bleachedthem out and made them blue. She dried and teased my hair really niceand used a drastic amount of hairspray. My hair was bigger then beforebut she liked it so I said nothing. Li gave me a fresh coat of red nailpolish with a few coats of clear to make them bright and shiny.Missy got the same treatment and told me we would have to wear hair netstonight to keep us looking good.Saturday was busier then Friday. Jee karta tha use daba du. Mai 9th std se 11th std me aaya tha meri height ab didi ke barabar hui thi. Aur didi 25 saal ki ho gayi thi. didi ab mujhse pahle se kafi free behave karne lagi thi, pata nahi kyu? Wo kabhi bhi mujhe piche se apne bahon me pakadti aur apne boob mere pith pe ragadte huye garden ya gaal pe kiss karti rahati thi. mera to lund tanke paint me khada hota tha. Ek din hum apne ek rishtedar ke yahan shadi me gaye the wahan sabko seprate room mila tha. Mai aur diid ek room me. He must have lied well because he saw a fleeting smile on her face.“Oh, dear. Mrs. Pelham was right. You are a flatterer!”This was the end of their whispered exchange, for they had to join the talk at the table lest they appeared unsociable. Yet, all evening, whenever a chance or a pretence offered itself, Mrs. Duncan would press his arm, and once even his knee.Thomas was confused at first when Mrs. Pelham across the table gave him a nod and an encouraging smile whilst otherwisely giving her.