“Why are you here?” was typical of her direct manner so I explained about my father having worked there. The answer to “How is he?” got a sad ...look in her face. “I’m sorry for the news. I liked him a lot when he worked here.”She cleaned up and led me to the farmhouse for some strong tea and cookies. We visited a bit then she said, “If you wish to talk more you must go with me while I do chores.” I helped where I could, my first introduction to farm life. I learned that she only had a high-school. But Gary didn’t care at this point. He was two hundred and fifty pounds of muscle, rage and liquor. He stormed toward the lovers and drew his fist back. Rachel pushed Lisa away. “Go shut the door, baby,” she said.Gary bellowed and swung a haymaker at Dr. Rachel Finklestein’s soft babydoll features, but she didn’t flinch. Instead, her hand rocketed up and caught Gary’s fist in midair. My stomach turned. Lisa tried to force the broken door closed, and each slam sounded louder and louder in my. Than I took two beers n went for long drive on the main highway. She used to drink also. We drank beer from one bottle n kept other bottle aside.Than I took my car towards remote area n she said mujhe darr lag raha ha. I told her that I m there for u.please don’t be afraid. Than I stopped my car n hugged her n she was feeling comfortable but I wasn’t. Her huge boobs were touching my chest n my cock was getting to erect. Than I smooched her n I gave her the wildest n hot smooch to her n I ate. You feel bad about cutting, you start to feel worse. And you cut again. And it keeps on going, and going, and going... It’s very hard to explain and incredibly difficult for people to comprehend but hurting yourself is very addictive. I have no idea why but that’s the only word that I can find to at least try to explain. People often mistake is as a suicide attempt but that’s just because the most common place to cut is arms. It’s not about dying, it really isn’t. It can be a cry for.