. now I wasn't so sure. No, that's not really true. Now I was pretty sure I wouldn't do anything to make the slut's life any better. In fact, I was be...ginning to think of ways to make her life a living hell!While I sat there thinking about the jumble of facts that had been dumped on me that evening, my emotions ran the gamut from self-pity to despair to passion for revenge to... whatever. I couldn't keep my thoughts channeled in one direction long enough to make any real decisions... except one.. " My, Mr. Bartholomew, such fancy talk. It's a pleasure ta hear it. Yes, I do have room for another diner, but I don't have no rooms right now." That is not a problem, Mrs. Anson. I plan on living at the jail, but I am absolutely sick of beef and beans, and I would do almost anything for a decent meal."She chuckled and said, "Very well, Mr. Bartholomew, I can appreciate that attitude. I assure ya that I serve a full range of meats an' vegetables." She then gave me the prices she charged and the. Not the way I should have been. But, it’s a start. I’ve spent a lot more time with my came because I’ll randomly start falling over. I’m scared of doing a header off my front steps so I’m very careful about using them.Cognitively, I seem to be more off center. My family is saying that I’m doing weird things. I have no clue what they’re talking about my left arm not included. Why would I say that? My anxiety expresses as some paranoia (That’s cool we’re old friends. It’s a awesome friend to have. She used to wear a deep V-neck nighty, and sit in front of me and talk. I used to get the view of her boobs and I knew she purposely did this. My bhabhi sometimes kept her both hands up and from her sleeves, her side boobs remain completely visible. I used to watch this and ignore it.One day, there was a party on our house’s terrace. That day, her elder sister named Moni came to our house. She was looking very sexy and hot. Her figure was perfect and she was 32-22-34″. She was very slim and.