People have their own special way of dealing with the loss of a cherished one, and it was not any different for me. I somehow managed to go through th...e entire week without breaking down because I had Johnny there as my shoulder to cry on if I needed it, he had so many wonderful words of wisdom and support to say, and he was always just open ears if I needed to vent about my emotions. Thanks to him, I was able to deal with the grief in my own silent way, and being able to smile for the camera. It’s the way Papi wanted it, and I think it was all well understood about the things Papi wanted. And I had to do it with everyone there. Once, we even went to the morgue, which was really scary, and there were a lot of people there, which I thought was odd. But I did it with all of them.The Fingers got to, too. I might have been part of their pay, and I’m sure that’s why they argued. But they did a good job, and we almost always went out to eat afterwards. Usually, all I could handle was. You have to fulfill a lot of my thirst. I have completed all my work.”Saying this, Meenu came forward and kissed me. Just then I got a call from Sona aunty. She said, “Beta, I have to go for an event tonight so I won’t be able to come home tonight. Is Meena there? I will ask her to stay with you tonight.” I said yes and gave the phone to Meenu.After the call got over, Meenu said, “Bhabhiji has asked me to fuck you as much as I want. She is not coming home tonight and will return home only after. That’s where my uncle Bill comes into the picture. He’s single and spends weeks at a time out on the road as a truck driver; I’ve heard that he pretty much has spent his life enjoying sexual encounters wherever they came along in his travels. Little did he know that this time, I was laying a trap for him; I would be his next target. Or rather, this time, he was going to be my target! I first met uncle Bill when my mom and Jack got married a year ago. Bill, who is Jack’s brother, came to the.