You can see her approaching, sauntering slowlyup the sidewalk. She passes the back of your van and is in the blindspot. NOW! you scream silently to ...yourself.You slide the van door open and seeher shoulder pass right in front of you. You leap from the van slidingthe hood over her head and pulling her back in with you. She strugglesbut doesn't make a sound. You know now why she needed a strong man, she'sa big girl. You grip her under her tits, drag her inside and slamthe door.Once she hears. Unhone kaha bs bola na nahi kar sakte bs chup chap so ja…..Mene phir moke ka fayda udathe hue bola kya mami aap yha pati patni ka dharm nibha rahi h or vha mama apni raand k saath mje le raha hoga abi… .Or mere ye kehte hi mami ko gussa aa gaya or vo jor jor se saase lene lagi….M smjh gaya ye baat aag mai ghee ka kaam kar rahi h…Bs fir kya tha mene ese hi or ek do baat bol di jese aap yaha akele soti raho roj in bacho k saath or vha mama kisi or k saath or bache paida karne ki plaaning kar rahe. Jake seemed to ponder the problem momentarily. He then produced a few white squares from the storage area and lifted her into his arms. It was painful but he was gentle. He walked them outside and then set her down carefully so she was sitting on the large log beside the fire pit. He helped her so she was sitting just on the edge and hovered nearby protectively as she emptied her bladder onto the sandy beach. When she was done he handed her the flimsy white squares and she quickly guessed their. .s's... 's'ss..." Hannah mumbled, the last fizzing remnants of a mind that had gone completely dark."Good girl. Good girl," Samantha purred, holding Hannah as the last aftershocks of pleasure subsided into the warm, sleepy bliss of afterglow. "That's my good, obedient sister. And you know that you don't need to remember any of this, just like we talked about. You can remember anything you need to remember to help you feel safe and comfortable, and the rest can just slip away from your conscious.