Kuch hi dare me me bade gore gore stan laal ho chuke the mere aanng aanng tapte hoye jwala mokhi ke jaisa patha ja raha Tha me gol dane dar kali chuch...iya moti aur suji hoyi thi ab vo sharat karne lage mer chuchiyo ko daato tale dabakar katne lage ohchhhh dhire baba itni jor se nahi vo bole mujhe mat roko abb mai boli tumhe koi rok nahi raha ab katoo jitna katna hai mai seh longi fir maine apna bra utar diya ab vo mere stano ko apne mooh se masalne lage hhmmmm aur mai ahhh wow. Kuch der mere. If anything, it all feels surprisingly normal to her, or at least, like something she's excited to be doing. ~~~ Stacy leaves the bathroom and crosses the carpeted hallway to Becca's room. She quickly peers down at Miss Cara's door. It's shut, but light shines out from under it. She opens up Becca's door and scurries inside. The room is dark, but the moonlight shines through the window illuminating everything with a faint blue tint. Becca is sitting in bed, under the covers. She has the sheets. I thought she was just the same.”“Yeah, well ... It’s different this time.”“So you’re telling me ... Fiona is in love?”“I don’t know about that”, I said. I think ... If I’m not, I could be. We need time to get closer to each other, though, preferably without my best friends trying to make her cry every five minutes. Honestly, am I asking for that much?”“I’m sorry, Fiona. I had no idea she meant so much to you, and I understand why you set Megan to do laps now. I wish you both the best; you. " she continued to whine and sob, "just wanted...to take care of you...and...and...I thought you would want it...because...because I'm special to you." "No, baby," he told her, "not like that." She pulled her face away from her dad's chest and looked up into his eyes. It was like she had just seen a ghost. "I'm...I'm...I'm not special to you?" "No, no, no, oh my God, no, I didn't mean it like that!" he told her as he reached out and pulled her back into his body. "You're the most special person.