I took off my pants and left my briefs on too. She got a little irritated for some reason. Come on! Undies too! In her little kid, pouty mode. I said ...fine, fine. I took off my underwear cause nobody can give in the face she was giving me right now. My eye may have been closed but I knew her enough to just imagine it. I said can I open my eyes now. No… cause I’m not even starting yet, lay on the bed and we’ll start the project. Ok. She guides me over to her bed and I lay on my back. For some. . Unhoo nay phir mari baat ruki aur kah is bahat ha tumhara shadi kar looon din raat main tumhara saath hi rahoon gi naa , phir jab koi larki tum ko achi lagi tum us saa b shadi kar lana naa , ahger yahkeen nai ahta tu stamp lik kar dana ko tayar hon ,,main na kaha dheek ha Ahkar kar humar shadi ho gahee main na matirc kar liya tha aur phir fsc ka liya lahor ahna tha main na ghar walon saa kaha main mona ko b saath la jahon ga sub maan ,, mona buhat ki payari chitee gori aur gloo matool see. I hadn't made any money playing golf with my parents or Uncle Bunny since Grace and Jane came to stay with us, and I hadn't had a chance to talk to Uncle Bunny about the trust account he'd set up for me, from the money my parents had given me. Brenda said she'd come by in the morning to pick up the forty dollars. She said it to me in a way that made me think she had been hoping for a lot more money from me. After we got off the phone, I found myself a little angry with her.It was around ten. They'd gone on all night.When I got home that day, after watching outside middle-school with them, I dealt with the usual KTP as I called it -- the "kill the program" message -- on our home answering machine. Christ, didn't they ever get tired? The calls came in at least twice a week, not always the same day or the same guy, but always a guy, and every time the same thing -- "kill the program, kill the program, kill the program." Thank God they always came in before Mom got home so I could get.