"Quit complaining," his mother ordered, "and be agood little girl." I'm not a little girl," Patrick objected."Not yet," his mother agreed, "but soon y...ou will be." What do you mean?" Think about it," his mother said. "Why would Mrs.Winthrop want a little boy for her daughter'splaymate when she could have a little girl instead?She could have your genitals removed and replacedwith a little girl's genitals in a quick 15 minuteprocedure." She couldn't do that," Patrick argued."Yes she could," his. The emptiness of the house seemed only to compound the tangled state of her emotions. Last night she had seen her teen-age son and daughter fucking each other. Yet it didn't seem to shock her as much as she felt it should. Perhaps so many things had happened lately that she was becoming stupefied. But she wouldn't, she couldn't let last night's incident slip from her mind as if nothing had happened. She had to do something. She had to at least say something.She drank a cup of instant coffee,. To mujhe thoda hi maza lene ko mila. uske baad se meri sunita se thodi thodi baat honi suroo ho gayi. and bike pe baitne ke 3-4 din ke baad se maine bhi note kiya tha ki jab bhi main naha kar baathroom se aata to sunita mujhe chup chup ke dekh rahi thi. main bhi jab woh safai karti thi to uske mote mote boobs ko dekha tha. jab woh dekhti ki main uske boobs dekh rha hoon to woh aur jhuk kar safai karti. main sirf wait kar rha tha ki ghar pe jab koi nahi hoga to main apna shikar pakad lunga. akir. He snapped the last one's neck.Tall Grass said, "Throw the bodies in the back of the truck. Make sure to get the rifles and gasoline in too. Throw the leader in last."The leader's hands and feet were tied. When all the bodies, guns, and gasoline cans were in the truck bed, Black Rock got into a second truck.Black Rock parked the truck about two miles beyond the village on the border of the Kiowa land near an encampment of illegal Mexicans.Tall Grass ferried Black Rock back and forth until all.