“You should have seen him last year at the start of ninth grade. You’d have thought he was a military child.”After shaking Lynette’s mother’...s dainty hand, I quickly reached out for her dad’s big, strong hand.“It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Robertson. I believe I’ve met you and your wife before at one of Lynette’s basketball games, last fall.”Lynette’s dad gave me a firm hand shake and replied, “I think you are right. Didn’t you introduce us to this young man, Lynette, after the um, your North. ‘It’s not much but its home to me.’ He told her as she took in the immaculate appearance of his condo. It was small but had fine art decorating the interior walls. He took her coat and hung it in the closet and then kneeled down and removed her shoes. She looked at him with a slight puzzlement. His hand motioned to his spotless white carpet and furniture and she smiled. ‘Its beautiful.’ She said. ‘Thank you the effect can be quite breathtaking.’ He replied modestly. ‘Would you like something to. We needed space.We’re driving up together since it’s such a long trip. Layla is wearing leggings and an oversized sweater and her hair is in a messy curly braid to one side of her neck. I had told her the night before to dress comfortably since it’s a four-hour drive and she took that in all seriousness. I love that sweater. It was mine that I gave her one Saturday morning this previous winter.Her hair looked like it does now, as she stood in the kitchen part of her loft wearing only a tee. Lekan unsay baray piar say hamari taraf dekha, muskraya aor apni pant neechay kar ke apna mota lund bahir nikalla aor meri chhoti behna ke moo may de dia. Wo be pehlay dar on oka, lekan meray isharay par us nay apnay jeeja ji, yehni ke meray patti ka lumba aor mota lund apnay nanay se moo main le lia aor us waqat tak meray patti ka lund choosti rahi jab tak mera patti uskay moo may jadh nahi gia. Meri behan nay meray patti ke lund se nikla hua garam garam aor garha pani itnay piyar aor majay.